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 we’ve put up 

The prison that’s 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.