At last - a day of warmth, gentle breezes, and the opportunity to put the hammock up. The fatigue that permeates my body, mind and heart is gently lulled into sleep, restorative rest and the wind rocks me back and forth as my body is cradled in this woven bed hung between the trees out in the garden.
The gentle outward rocking by the wind corresponded to the tender cradling of my spirit by the Almighty in the warmth of Light that is perfect peace.
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