Play

Remember to play, Beloved.
Remember the joy, and purity of presence. 
Remember the warmth of the sun, the gentle kiss of the summer wind on soft skin.
Remember to laugh.
Don't become so absorbed in the end goal, that you forget the beauty of the journey. 
Each breath is a blessing. 
Colors are exquisitely rich.
Scents are incredibly intoxicating
This dance of existence is pure bliss.
There is a resonance, a lightness of heart once forgotten, patiently awaiting your exultant return.
Remember, Beloved. 
Remember the rapture of the moment. 
The unadulterated pleasure of simply being. 
Here.
Now.

Always.

-e