I often think that there’s a sacred time when dusk kisses dawn. When the world sleeps and our higher selves awaken; open to downloading epiphanies from the still, quiet, sacred voice within. And sometimes, if we are truly present, we experience the fullness of being-ness as we wake up into the arms of the universe.
Into the arms of a loving Creator. Our souls stir, our spirits sing, our hearts stop in stunned silence, as we witness the heaven kiss the earth, in what must be an ancient, age-long tradition.
