“We are almost at autumnal equinox
where all will be cooler.
Darker.
Deeper.
Quieter.
More intimate.
I am drawn now more and more
toward the colder seasons.
The nights stretching longer.
The pace slower.”
~Victorla Erickson
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#balance
#equinox
#autumn
#cycles
#seasons
“When they ask to see your gods
your book of prayers
show them lines
drawn delicately with veins
on the underside of a bird’s wing
tell them you believe
in giant sycamores mottled
and stark against a winter sky
and in nights so frozen
stars crack open spilling
streams of molten ice to earth
and tell them how you drink
a holy wind of honeysuckle
on a warm spring day
and of the softness
of your mother who never taught you
death was life’s reward
but who believed in the earth
and the sun
and a million, million light years
of being…”
–JL Stanley
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Image: Fox, Wikimedia
“Every flower, forest, river, cloud, child, friend, foe and family member is rare and unique. If we slow our thoughts down (and are mindful) then every moment offers an opportunity to connect deeply with this miracle of LiFE, to experience love, joy and gratitude for just BEING here, right now, on our beautiful blue planet”
~Christopher Chase
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‘I do not want to live in a world without butterflies.
Without the intricate eyes and velvety wings,
graceful splashes of color dancing on the breeze.
Airy, delicate keepers of hope.
Metamorphic symbols of change, growth, maturation.
… I do not want this world without the butterflies.
I could not bear the wailing of flowers.’
~Christina M. Ward,
‘A World Without Butterflies’
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
are not lost. Where you are is called Here,
and you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
you are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
where you are. You must let it find you.
–David Wagoner,
Collected Poems, 1976
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image: Wheelhouse
by NancyL