Crushed leaves of lemon verbena mix with my palms’ sweat, releasing a clean, fresh scent.
Breathing heavy. Heart beating.
It’s warm nearing hot in these Andalucian hills.
We seven star sisters hiked up a creek bed, bone dry and cracked from the heat of a “Lucifero” summer.
Over my shoulder, in the distance, Finca Buenvino glows pink and turquoise in the light shot with sunshine, sparkling with dust motes.
A chirp of birdsong over here. A roll of truck tires over there.
Pens scratching in little red jot books as we each capture a mindful moment, noticing the beauty of this fine Spanish morning.
Finally, a deeper sense of relaxation, a letting go from disappointment and dismay.
Clarity earned from mining deep.
Wise action discerned and taken.
Inner harmony restored.
The bell tolls.