I am sitting here in the shade of The Mimosa Tree.
There is a gentle breeze, like soft silk, brushing against my cheek. I am calm, at ease and drawing deeply on my breath. As I exhale I relax further in to my contentment. I have left the shouldistic world behind and float in the lightness of being. The air is warm from the sun and cool from the shade. My thoughts are heavy and keen in their efforts to protect me and now soft and weightless as I release them in to the breeze.
The leaves of the tree rustle. Whispering hints on the true secrets of living. Motionless but for the dance of leaf and branch with breeze. The Mimosa Tree knows how to be in flow with the world. I can feel it all around me as I dispel another thought in to the air.
There is an army of ideas charging on my peace. A regiment set up to 'do more', a battalion marching on 'goals' and a platoon set about 'watching my back.' For this moment I ignore them all, sit still and slowly breath out.
I am sitting here in the shade of The Mimosa Tree.
