although this week has had its predominance of humid, sweat conjuring weather, today offered a reprieve. While the blinding yellow orb made a few cameo appearances this afternoon, it was predominantly darkly overcast with showers, the crack boom of thunder, and the less blinding, wonderous rods of natural current.

Now, well after the air and sky have cleared, and Mother's nucleus has been devoured by the horizon, there remains a rejuvenating, cool breeze that has swept its way through the house, upstairs and down, casting out any pockets of air that are not humane.

I shall sleep well tonight. I hope the blessedly fresh air current does not bid us adieu before I have the opportunity to lay on top of the bedding, au naturale, while Mother's fan gently caresses my body into a peaceful, soothing slumber.

A gust just now blows through my face and around my bare ankles, foreshadowing images of me laying on my stomach, the gentle motion of the waterbed gliding me to sleep, while the stars visible through the westbound window bear witness to the wind's fingers lapsing over my calves, buttocks, back, and neck.

Stay a while, temperate zephyr, stay.

The tealights flicker.

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Our livingroom has two adjacent windows on the south side of the house. As tall as the rooftop, an opulant huneysuckle resides just beyond the windows, providing a natural filter yet prodigious seclusion from the house on its other side. Earlier this evening, as the lower curve of the sun was just dipping into the skyline, almost as if testing the waters before taking the plunge, I saw a hummingbird. Through the livingroom window, I watched the nectar nuzzler stealthily dance and flitter its way over the leaves and through the branches, seeking out the fresh sweetness from the late blossoms that have burst forth on the tree's new summer growth.

I hope from our honeysuckle the little fellow was sufficied, for if so, we may yet host him again. And that would be a great privilege.

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And I shall end this day exactly as it began, after peering into The Goddess' still dreaming visage, that is, with this e-mail from Christina G. On The Spiritual Journey, she writes:

[your site]..is wonderful, you are creative and deeply interesting..thanks so much for sharing. It took me a long time to find a few really good journals (that appeal to me that is) that I stick to daily and read..yours being one of them.

- Christina G.

Be Well,

Indeed