As the leaves of the trees, change and fall, when the grasses dry and rustle from the crickets rush to warmer places, I begin to reminisce. In January, I was introduced to my own mortality, the first day of spring, I was reflecting while my guardian angel floated up above me in the form of a cloud. The summer heat, taught me to be grateful for all I have been guided through, and the cool breezes of my memories, brush against my skin, my soul and my spirit radiates with the warmth of love. Late summer, I withdraw to renew my strength, and once again align my priorities, as the memories begin to flow though my fingers to a permanent place to remain for me to reclaim when they are no longer available for me to recall. The first day of fall, I celebrate the gift of love, coming of age. This evening, I spend listening to the locust, at peace again with the limitations of physical life, and reminded of the unlimited bounds of spirit. I am at peace, and welcome the arrival of the cold harsh winds of winter, the fire is stoked and the quilts are hung out to air in the autumn breeze. I hold the warmth of spirit, love and blessings close beside me, within the circle of life, everlasting.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 16:31:48 +0000
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