Passing above my head.
What was that?, I said.
Movement to the right of me.
Really, could it be?
Yes, It is! A butterfly!
In Autumn? How? Why?
A Google search, what do you know.
The American Cooper. He's quite the show.
Lives in these parts until late Autumn.
What a pleasure to have saw him.
But today we have to run.
Get a turkey.
stuff it up.
Make a million dishes.
Cut and chop.
Prep, prep, prep.
For tomorrow we eat, nonstop.
Not entirely true, but Thanksgiving has it’s stereotypes, too. Many thanks to all my readers and followers may you have a blessed day. Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate. Happy day to all.
Love and blessings, 💕 Carrie
Letting Go of everything. One is
left with something. A Vast
wide open. Where only possibilities
There are moments in time
when we pause, see clearly,
notice the subtle differences
which make us, us.
Those actions, reactions, creations,
Opening us to a new moment.
A chance to change.
The opportunity for growing forward.
A pinecone on the floor of the forest. I pause to look at it. Memories flood in.
The year PapPap asked us to collect pinecones so he could build a wreath. Morphing into the scent of the Christmas tree when it first enters the house.
Like a film clip the memories real on. Filling my heart with joy.
Christmas decorating with the kids. How they insist on hanging every ornament on the tree so it looks like someone dumped the whole box of decorations on it. Somehow in that chaos it manages to look beautiful.
Thank you pinecone for the lovely journey of memories from times ago. My walk continues, a little teary eyed for what was, what is, what might become.
I wrote a poem, The Old Wooden Crow. The crow was discovered by me and my kids on a hike. It is part of a tree that lost half of itself.
The hole is large enough to fit a small child, which was the reason why we stopped to look at it. Not to put a child in the hole, but to marvel at the size of the broken part of the tree. Wondering what could live inside it.
The possibilities are endless.
While contemplating, or rather giggling over, suggestions of what could live inside, I noticed the bump on top that looked like a crow.
I zoomed in, snapped a picture, and was even more delighted when I downloaded the picture. Seeing the ‘crow’ up close it even has an eye!
This is nature art! A very fine example of it.
I love how the world provides beautiful, humorous things to look at when we keep our eyes open.
Love and blessings, 💕 Carrie
One of my favorite things about Autumn, aside from the gorgeous, clear weather, is the leaves.
From the first sign of color.
To the full blown tree in all its glory!
Then they fall…
Leaving a symphony of sounds that crunch underfoot.
It is breathtaking.
Leaving me to think…
I am willing to let go as graciously and beautifully as the trees do in Autumn. Trusting the spring to arrive again. Renewing the leaves for another season.
Love and blessings to you. 💕Carrie