Slowness
Monday, 30th August 2021. A backyard breakfast, amidst lockdown in Auckland.
I sit under the warmth of our sun, a Monday morning filled with slow. The breath of birdsong caressing my shoulders and tears a welling.
A feel of gratitude
The air of rebirth
The sadness of life on pause
Momentum stirred and stumped
Squashed
A waterfall of the melody ensues
In all of this
Grounded
Grateful
A oneness
Interconnectedness
Amidst the cages weβve put up
The prison thatβs enforced on us
Friendships remain solid, strong
Hearts tethered
A friendly visit from Mr Ant
The glittering dew on blades of grass
Let the words flow. Let the soul free.
Unashamed.