The wee morning hours are singular moments of life awakening—each in its own way and on its own terms. Subtleties that, within hours, will meld into a community of motion that turns into day.
I sit in a forest of green listening to the morning songs of birds’ unseen and the distant drumming of a determined woodpecker. These simple pleasures are a gift from Mother Nature.
I awoke to the sound of raindrops dancing diligently upon the roof accompanied by a soft cool breeze drifting gently through the window below. The smell of autumn hangs in the air. Change is upon us once again. This is the time of year when nature shows us how simple and gentle change can be.
There is a unique quietness that accompanies a subtle rain. It’s as if everything settles in for the cleansing it will bring. I was witness to this this morning on my walk.
And just like that he was gone. Have you ever experienced a loss that completely turns your world upside down? I had that happen to me just before summer.
I have a special place I go to most mornings nestled within the trees. It is a perfect environment in which I am the outsider. With each visit, I quietly observe the pace of the world around me. Although it seems still, life is all around me.