There is a freshness in the air as fall transitions from summer to winter. In moments of the cold and quiet, reflection appears like a frosty breath, and you wonder what it is you’re doing here. Without the noise of day to day life, humans taste these moments.
For some, it’s scary to think about the quiet space, having time to ponder. For others, they drift into a state of dreaming. I prefer the latter. Nature offers a gift of refuge and peace when moments allow. In the evening, writing offers comfort and guidance, a perfect bow to seal off the day no matter what it was.
This is a deep time of transition, 2025. What. a. year.
Loss, grief, and change are some of the main components of a year almost gone, but there is always love, compassion, grace, and a bit of magic.
Heading out to the forest, I find a sense of peace unlike anywhere else. It is here the elementals band together to call my spirit to rest and restore. Yes, a faith is required, and I have no hesitation to embrace the magic as I perhaps once did in a former life of fear of the unknown.
As seen on the other pages of this site, human creativity and spirit beautifully marks the land. Those formations existed here long before I found them, and it is my deepest hope they will remain long after I’m gone.
The Great Horned Owl arrived out of nowhere weeks ago. Each night, she sings her haunting song, calling me outside to try and find her among the last hues of the setting sun. What a honor to see such perfection and beauty. She asks nothing of me but to witness. This is what nature offers.
And here, I offer words of encouragement and a bit of time to take pause. This project grew out of a deep change, hence the call to the mysterious Geraldine, who showed up like a writing warrior ready to dismantle turmoil and build something new. Let us all be inspired by such bravery.
Thank you for being on this journey with me. I will report back in letters from the forest and field, and maybe, with a Great Horned Owl watching over.
