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n to the sound, nestling its memory in my mind’s eye. I recognize its taste as my breath fogs the thick glass.</p><p id="d68a">I close my eyes and take small sips followed by gulps flooded with thanks. I quench my thirst and sigh in sadness at the realization of how many people all over the world lack access to clean water.</p><p id="9821">Then I think about the creek again and send prayers of clean water for all to the Universe. To satisfy my ears, I listen to the tap during cooking, washing, or bathing, and I am filled with pure bliss.</p><p id="f35c">I am so blessed that I have the capacity to listen to the sacred patter and rumble of water. It cleanses my being and I decide I will never take it for granted again.</p><h2 id="e265">A Nighttime Forest</h2><p id="80e0">I miss the sounds of a dark forest. Fierce with life that plays a brilliant symphony in the dead of night, so soothing I drink it in like smooth whiskey. The moon shines and vibrates with echoes of light. It speaks to me, caresses me, and grants my wishes with a kind hand. This hand graces my cheek while it sings me to sleep.</p><p id="004c">An owl hoots in agreeance and basks in the grace of the night. Crickets hum in tune amongst the grass. The wind whistles through the brisk air. The trees rustle, escaping the patter of soft rain.</p><p id="7c59">Raindrops bounce on the earth. Creatures scurry. Squirrels and birds sleep in secrecy. The sounds of the night almost seem more vibrant than during the day, perhaps because since we can’t see much, we must listen as closely as possible.</p><h2 id="76c7">The Ocean</h2><p id="01ca">I miss the sounds of the ocean. Salty air and ga

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sps of wind tangle my hair and raise the corners of my mouth. The waves rock me into a state of oblivion, and time stops while I drift to sleep on the sand. The waves crash with vibrancy and life on the ocean floor and resuscitate themselves with the gentle pull of gravity. The sea harnesses itself back into the depths of the seemingly endless abyss.</p><p id="d81b">Mist collects in the air and saltwater smells permeate my being. I inhale deeply to find myself christened by the sun’s warm embrace. Gulls call out to the heavens while they soar in unison above me and atop the tide.</p><p id="450d">Kites fly high, adorned with various colors and patterns, and the sound of children’s wild laughter hugs my heart and revives me.</p><p id="cd4e">I am blessed to know nature in such a capacity. I wish for you just the same and more.</p><p id="1b9b">🆂🆄🆉🍊</p><figure id="4b1b"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*6Yv08bmfgMQHEcSONRB-vA.png"><figcaption></figcaption></figure><div id="e2bc"><pre>Tap <span class="hljs-keyword">into</span> positivity <span class="hljs-keyword">at</span> Live Life Now, <span class="hljs-keyword">my</span> new blog✨</pre></div><div id="6249"><pre>Have questions? Sign up <span class="hljs-keyword">for</span> a tier <span class="hljs-keyword">to</span> <span class="hljs-keyword">get</span> <span class="hljs-number">1</span>on1 access <span class="hljs-keyword">with</span> <span class="hljs-keyword">me</span>.</pre></div><div id="fdac"><pre>Become <span class="hljs-selector-tag">a</span> Medium member today or leave <span class="hljs-selector-tag">a</span> tip. ❤️</pre></div></article></body>

Sacred Sounds Taken for Granted

I take notice of Mother Earth and her gracious sounds.

Water

Lately, it has occurred to me that some of the most beautiful sounds to ever exist happen to be those I’ve taken for granted. Imagine the sound of running water for a moment, traveling downstream in the dead of the woods.

Patches of light peak through to the dirt when limber greenery sways in harmony with the breeze. Down by the river, there are fish and twigs with soft moss that trickles down the rocks beside it.

The water is crisp and cleansing of your troubles in the brief moment you close your eyes and absorb its frequency. I dip my fingers in gracefully and the energy of the creek bursts with vitality. The shallow current glides over thin blades of grass.

I decide to place my troubles on a nearby lily pad and send them downstream. I try to follow the lily pad with my eyes, watching it until it’s out of sight and out of mind, taking with it what no longer serves me with it.

So while I wait for the time I return to the forest, I listen to the water pour from the spout. I hold on to the sound, nestling its memory in my mind’s eye. I recognize its taste as my breath fogs the thick glass.

I close my eyes and take small sips followed by gulps flooded with thanks. I quench my thirst and sigh in sadness at the realization of how many people all over the world lack access to clean water.

Then I think about the creek again and send prayers of clean water for all to the Universe. To satisfy my ears, I listen to the tap during cooking, washing, or bathing, and I am filled with pure bliss.

I am so blessed that I have the capacity to listen to the sacred patter and rumble of water. It cleanses my being and I decide I will never take it for granted again.

A Nighttime Forest

I miss the sounds of a dark forest. Fierce with life that plays a brilliant symphony in the dead of night, so soothing I drink it in like smooth whiskey. The moon shines and vibrates with echoes of light. It speaks to me, caresses me, and grants my wishes with a kind hand. This hand graces my cheek while it sings me to sleep.

An owl hoots in agreeance and basks in the grace of the night. Crickets hum in tune amongst the grass. The wind whistles through the brisk air. The trees rustle, escaping the patter of soft rain.

Raindrops bounce on the earth. Creatures scurry. Squirrels and birds sleep in secrecy. The sounds of the night almost seem more vibrant than during the day, perhaps because since we can’t see much, we must listen as closely as possible.

The Ocean

I miss the sounds of the ocean. Salty air and gasps of wind tangle my hair and raise the corners of my mouth. The waves rock me into a state of oblivion, and time stops while I drift to sleep on the sand. The waves crash with vibrancy and life on the ocean floor and resuscitate themselves with the gentle pull of gravity. The sea harnesses itself back into the depths of the seemingly endless abyss.

Mist collects in the air and saltwater smells permeate my being. I inhale deeply to find myself christened by the sun’s warm embrace. Gulls call out to the heavens while they soar in unison above me and atop the tide.

Kites fly high, adorned with various colors and patterns, and the sound of children’s wild laughter hugs my heart and revives me.

I am blessed to know nature in such a capacity. I wish for you just the same and more.

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