As you ascended into a perfect sky that morning, I listened to the whisper of your flame. You floated into pockets of silence and the sun silhouetted the bubble of you. I waved back to your basket-friends; tiny people with faces bright, marvelling at you and pointing across the vines. You hovered beautifully in the sky for over an hour, dancing on clouds, drifting with the breeze, skimming across the mist.
Thank you for your peaceful presence. If I were able, I would start each morning this way; a meditation balloon, buoyant with hope, floating into imagination and manifesting the good to come...then grounding for the day.
Love from Jo x
jojobee
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