Time has flown so swiftly this year! It seems like just yesterday this year was beginning, and now here we are celebrating the official start of Autumn in a few days. Changes are upon us and our world. And since we each create our own realities, we are free to create the ones we really wish to live. Clouds and landscapes always captivate me. Clouds, the ethereal creatures of our skies, change their shapes and their directions constantly. And the light from sunsets and sunrises can illuminate them in the most subtle and also the most profound ways. The ways of Nature are always miraculous to me. I do believe we live in a time of miracles. Following >>
“…. Farewell to summer; for autumn make way, With this celebration We call Labor Day.” ~ Nancy Hughes, poet from poem Summer’s End The seasons are changing once again, and the shift has happened recently with America’s celebration of the long Labor Day holiday. There are several of these times that come throughout the year, that give us the space for a pause to reflect. Reflections. A time to mirror what’s going on in our lives. A time to take stock, and change, or stay the same. It’s all a choice, and we have free will. A time to take long drives down old country roads, away from the hustle and bustle of interstates and big >>
Early in the morning when the mist rolls over the Great Smoky mountains, the cool summer breeze fills the open windows of my cottage and brings Nature’s peaceful wake up call.
Some men search for it all their lives. Some look a long time, some look a short time. Some choose not to look for it at all and thus lose hope and faith in life. All of us want it, yet some will not take the chance to find it. For them, the risk means pain and that is a price they will not pay. It finds all that take the chance to look for it. Once found, a wise man pays the price to keep it. For the true kind is the best and the one worth all the risk. Once found, it will bring pure joy, add hope, chase away all doubts and fears, and bring >>
When the moon hangs over the mountain
In the middle of the day
And the leaves surrender and free fall
From their branches day by day