Breath

And another quote I found when preparing for this mornings yoga class.

“If you would foster a calm spirit,

First regulate your breathing;

For when that is under control,

A heart will be at peace;

But when breathing is spasmodic,

Then it will be troubled.

Therefore, before attempting anything

First regulate your breathing

On which your temper will be softened,

Your spirit calmed.”

Kariba Ekken~17th Century Mystic

Dawn

"The dawn, is a time of possibility and promise. All the elements of nature: stones, fields, rivers and animals are suddenly there anew in the fresh dawn light. Just as darkness brings rest and release, so the dawn brings awakening and renewal. In our mediocrity and distraction, we forget that we are privileged to live in a wondrous universe. Each day the dawn unveils the mystery of this universe. Dawn is the ultimate surprise: it awakens us to the immense 'thereness' of nature."

 "the urbanization of modern life has succeeded in exiling us from this fecund kinship with mother earth. We need to remain in rhythm with our inner clay voice and longing. Yet this voice is no longer audible in the modern world."

John O'Donohue

Once again, I am inspired by John O'Donohue per a blog a watch.

So inspired that I had my camera out early again. I wanted to take some "dawn" fotos from my bike on my daily commute, but I was up late last night with a neighbor laughing and sharing and starting the long holiday weekend early, and decided to luxuriously languish in bed this morning. (My other motive is that I am leaving work early and I wanted to get home quicker than my bike allows, to enjoy the sun and hang laundry and putter restoratively about the property. Perhaps even fill my pool!)

I want to experience some of that " ♪ Summertime and the livin' is easy ♫" attitude!

It all starts at dawn.

The Road Home

 After work I had to dashto Sandpoint to pick up Molly

and bring her to Troy for a few days

 This is our summer evening trip home through Hope, Idaho

and we took all the back roads we could.

 This is the confluence of the Clark Fork River with Lake Pend'Orielle.

 Here we are in our sweet Montana!

Highway 56 heading homeward.

 We saw elk and a beaver and the usual kazillion deer.

 The air is fragrant with the scent of wild roses and lupine.