The heat and humidity didn’t make the day any better. Although some plants thrive, others struggle–much like the fauna in our world, as well.
During the day, the crack of fireworks popping breaks the stillness, and reminds me of what truly matters and how rabbit-holes engulf the unsuspecting.
As long as there is still light to illuminate, choosing to find and follow that light is an imperative in one’s own well-being. Noise and flash produce those momentary drives intent on derailing whoever follows for the gain of others–merely another shell game. Until…my spray of refreshing water before nightfall on the portulaca blossoms offer me the curiosity and wisdom in this new mantis’ greeting. Be still. Listen to Everything, especially your soul.