As the pendulum swings in measure,
The hands of time have moved once more-
For the shift has come from cadence,
The sway that unlocks this temporal door.
The equinox chimes in balance,
All things equal of day and night-
As soon the darkness gathers,
With the fading of the light.
The change is now upon us,
That which revolves, comes back around-
By letting go of olde,
We gain strength to stand our ground.
You can feel the weather shifting,
When an icy chill comes in the air-
And with the summer quickly drifting,
Autumn’s bluster comes to bear. Continue reading The Turning
The forest is my happy place.
A place of pensive reflection and whimsical exploration for the inner musings of my soul.
To connect with nature and to find my place within the universal fold.
A touchstone to the energy that radiates from deep within the earth and courses up through the core of my very being.
Especially in times of chaos and uncertainty, it has the power to move me with primal and ancient rhythms, and awaken me with a sense of enchantment and whimsy.
And on this particular day, I stopped to chat with a squirrel.
Because sometimes, a hot cup of coffee and a delightful conversation with a new (furry) friend is all you need to start the day off on the right foot.
But earlier, when I had walked by, I had been pelted by an acorn from above, and I had taken it to mean that on my way past that first time, I should have acknowledged his presence and given a nod to his territorial supremacy.
So this time, I stopped, and gave him his due.
First I offered a formal greeting recognizing his station as a Mad Hatter of sorts, and then, a stern chastising in reference to his tantrum.
But he was unreceptive of my input regarding his rudeness, and his manners as a result, had most assuredly not improved. This was more apparent as he proceeded to read me the riot act.
Apparently, he was not at all impressed with my conversational skills either, because he cocked his head vigorously several times whilst chirping and barking at me and giving me the what for.
I had attempted to apologize with a peanut, which he suspiciously snatched from my grasp and spun under his nose to inspect. But it was still an uncertainty whether or not my reparations were to be wholeheartedly entertained or unceremoniously rebuffed.
He began chirping more loudly.
Now, granted, my “squirr-lish” is a bit rusty (and not at all the strongest of my known woodland languages)…
But, none the less, I was still fairly certain that I had just received a rather dubious proposition to join a shady backwoods tea party of suspect origins that would require me to bring my own nuts.