Wild finches are gathered around the feeder this morning; partaking in the morning glories and a scoop of freshly poured optimism.

In the early light, their wings come alive – flashes of crimson and canary gold dancing against an azure blue sky.

Each morning, they visit me here – irrespective circumstance and absent the ‘story of day.’

Their hearts wishing no more, no less than this, just this: a simple pause for passion’s sake and opportunity to begin again.

Good morning, my loves ~ and a happy day to you; one replete with these blessings of ‘new’.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️