It is a rare thing…to be lost for words.
A day in Autumn that changes one perspective on life and the meaning of it all.
Where shall I begin?
Perhaps where I started, this morning, camera in my dressing gown pocket and mug of hot coffee in my hand, traipsing out in rubber clogs onto grass saturated with morning dew.
Or maybe, a little earlier, as this year began, immersed in deep sadness, as my mother made her own journey back to the Divine.
But the Wheel, as they say, turns and the beauty of the Sacred overcomes the grief of the mortal…I stepped out…
What magic lies in Nature that transforms barren into life again and again?
The gardens have emerged this year as Woodland…and my mother loved walking in the woods.
Come walk with me…
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Blessings X