While the landscape fades into fields of gold…
Where every day there are signs of more leaves changing…
I’m basking in the endless greens.
Knowing - their season is passing.
Wild Winds
A hot day in late May.
Skies grey…distant thunder rumbling.
How might I tell the story of the wild wind blowing?
Grateful
Grateful.
For this color….for that moment of light…for nature’s ever-changing beauty.
Grateful.
For friends who hold my hands….who lift me up…who ground me.
Grateful.
For family….for children…for all the miraculous gifts that grandmothering bring.
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Thank-YOU for being here.
And - a wish for laughter and love in your heart.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING.