Where Light Stands Even
When the light stands even, walk slow and listen... the Earth is telling you which way your spirit is ready to grow. xo
🌿 Spring Equinox... Bayou Turning
The light stands even today, day and night holding each other’s gaze like two old cousins meeting at the fence line.
Down in the reeds, the red wasp wakes slow, testing the air with that ancient patience. The cottonmouth slides from its winter hush, not in malice, but in the simple truth of being alive again.
Spring on the bayou is love in its rawest form... not soft, not shy, but honest. A rising, a stirring, a remembering.
And as the high quarter moon climbs tomorrow, the veil thins just enough for the old magick to breathe through the cypress knees and whisper your name back to you.
Day and night standing there like two old cousins at the fence line, oh~ that made me smile~ Such a homely little sky image, somehow the whole world felt neighborly for a second~
This is beautiful, Steve… there’s something so grounding and alive in the way you write the land and its rhythms.