Golden light filtered through my window creating a morning altar…the whole room alight with silent comfort. I rise and follow the light to my back porch, watching it rise and cover the valley. Filtering between the trees, waking the birds and their songs, even the tree frogs acknowledge the light. No creature is immune from … Continue reading Real Fall
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Fall Whispers
I’m sitting on my writing porch in the cool of the morning. My little dog is on my lap, but today he needs a blanket and so do I. It’s in the 50s. I slow my breath so that it comes deep and unhurried. Soaking up the low humidity and temperature. There are also quite … Continue reading Fall Whispers
Michelle's Mosaic 