When I was a child, I liked to lay down on the grass on my back and look at the sky. I somehow knew then I would prepare my whole life for ascension. The earth on my back was so warm and comfortable, a cradle. I would watch the sky, the shape changing clouds, and feel the wind sometimes. I was home.
Now I look up at the sky at night at the trees silhouetted against the darkening sky, sprinkled stars and I feel the space all around me. I can hear the creek and it's just me and the space and everything else goes away, the house, family, friends, and all the things that mother me and keep me busy.
2010 Rozanna Landavazo
I need to lay on my back and look at the sky more often, both day and night. The quiet except for the call of the loon, the croak of the frog, the rustle of the quaking aspen. At these times I am thankful and I am me. I must do this more often.
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