The air goes still on my prairie during that instant when my finished inhale lifts gravity and just before that slow release leaves my body healed and whole, upright in that cool instant that holds forever. I know there will be no stalling and the very last thing I would do is kill time. Let every pore of each sense be curious of it's passion. Eyes that discern the exact shade of the color in the light, a sweet moment to feel the company of sisters living in this breath, this scent that tells the story of those who passed this way, and leaves us curious. Alert to a question, what if this isn't wrong? What if there is a gift in this pause of time that will be uncovered in the next inhale? Hold still, irreverent joy, to sense the precise equity of moistness and heat in the air as the Earth breathes us into her lungs and cradles us, precious as napping foals on yellow straw. Precious as the flash-edge of a cloud at the scarlet strike of sunset.
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
(WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo–I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. I take these photos with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)