A Magic Morning.

It's a Magic Morning.  

9 am and already 20 degrees. That doesn't happen many times a year in Scandinavia. I bring my "stuff": the journal, my sticks, the coffee, pens, notes etc., outside. I hear the birds singing in the woods, a neighbor fixing something in the garden, a few cars and a moped passing. Sunray's are shining through the trees. The light is soft, almost dimmed. Underneth the sounds lies a deep stillness, magic quietness. I focus on that and I let it sink deep into my body. 

In whatever I do today, I'll try to bring this beautiful sense of complete peace. 

Have a ❤️-ly day!