Welcome to Wonder

The sky is a crisp cold blue, I lay on our blue couch reading the Snow Child. I well with emotion upon the words; “In my old age I see that life itself is often more fantastic and terrible than the stories we believed in as children, and that perhaps there is no harm in finding magic among the trees.”
My time among the oaks this winter has been magical and transforming, allowing me to embrace and let go all in one breath.
There is a swirling aura of energy that surrounds my life, it is fleeting and constant, with an unmeasurable depth beyond time. It dances among my connections to people and things. It is alive and yet untouchable.
The trees have called to me. Their incredible strength and depth. You can almost feel them breath. Their presence, their peace emanate a lavish energy to all who want it. A stillness was born.
Leaves breath the air, I believe branches breath our thoughts, and quiet our chatter.
I will miss winter’s art, sketched on a changing canvas of blues, white, and stormy greys. Soon they will be drenched with color, hidden. I will savor these final days of nature’s gallery.
The trees and their branches are my friends and mentors.  And, just like other friends in my life, not seen, I know they are there.