Light pushes down and out through the cloudssignaling the longer days aheadand reminding me of time spent in the sun.The gentle rush of a breeze that signals springand whispers of summer nights in years pastthat never seemed to end.Bittersweet memoriesthat call me now inquiet moments alone.Rhonda Flanagan :: brushes and textures courtesy of French Kiss…

“Let us not forget this: spiritual consciousness and human thought are quite different things. Thought can begin the search but cannot discover what is real. The human mind can unfurl the sails and start the journey, but then it must stand aside and rest, leaving it to the winds of Truth to carry us to…

dying summer falls gently away. remembering sunny days…laughter, sadness and joy. days shorter and nights longer. a year older…your eyes crinkle now. the sweet embers of bronze memories call from the lakehouse.

  what happens after all your dreams are crushed under your feet…

  Darkness comes early now. Sweeping clouds give way to way to the shadows. Witches dance in the moonlight and another season begins…

 flickering lights from the windows. darkness sweeps across the streets. illusions dance between the shadows as she falls to sleep.

fall…roses

orange leaves sweep her into the sunset. the dying embers of her dreams float gently away.the wicked trees beckon. she remembers…she forgets. slipping out of one place and into another. farewell the precious light. happy halloween

Fall has arrived in all its splendor…and as usual I am taken over by the sights and sounds of its arrival…the enchantment and mystery and all things spooky.

fall wraps itself around her–tearing at her heart. the dying embers of old dreams and the beginning of new ones.