LIKE A PRAYER: For those lucky enough to rise gently

Come caress me, breeze,

Welcome me into the gift of today,

Let morning sunbeams

Enjoy my skin.

No sound but sparrows,

No one but me,

Lucky to just be.

Good morning,

It's one of those stunning, still mornings of another Swiss summer, and I'm sitting beneath my plane tree with my cup of tea, feeling ridiculously lucky. Little birds hop happily around the grass, butterflies enjoy the meadow area of the garden, while behind me, along the Jura mountains, two buzzards circle in the sky, enjoying the glide. The sky is finally blue again, after being tinged a milky-grey for a few days by smoke carried all the way from the Canadian wildfires.

And if that doesn't show us how connected we all are, nothing will.

 Have a gentle day,

 Love

Francesca xx