I get up from my place at the table and put a stick of wood into the kitchen stove. The breeze is coming in and moving up the wide swath of lawn to touch the red leaves on my Maple tree, blowing them for a few wild moments as they rattle their call.
In them; I hear Spirit…Pure and simple .I put on my long quilted shirt and step outside onto a lawn that saw better days in the beginning of spring, now a little lackluster for sure.
The smell of Apples fallen from their tired branches call me down to their place on the ground. I lie in the hammock under their trees and take in the aroma, so sweet… and swing, daydreaming of a dance by the brook to welcome in autumn. The moon was bright that night and I felt complete and high from the energy of it all. This place holds much of my peace and serenity for me and helps me to stay in balance. Which we all know isn’t an easy feat at times!
Wish I had brought some coffee with me, but next time …

My belly rolling and hungry from breathing apples, I make my way to the kitchen again… warm …cozy ….
What will move me next, I wonder. The singing of a bird? Or the whisper of the wind? Perhaps the way the sun shines thru colored leaves. I never know but I always follow …Dancingfire