"It's Spring!" the little songbird sang,
excitement trilling in her voice.
"It is winter," groaned the sleepy sapling
whose roots were enshrouded in icy soil.
"But the sun is SO warm," whistled the songbird.
"Yes, but the ground is still SO cold," creaked the sapling
"Puff up, my small friend, and sleep with me a little longer.
When my buds start to sprout, we will both sing a song of
welcome for Spring."
So the songbird tucked up into a nook in the saplings branches
and together they hunkered down to wait for Spring to truly arrive.
-gws
A little storm cloud wanted to be painted in the colors of dawn and so it stood in the sunlight, basking in joy.
-gws
(photo by me taken while waiting to grab my to-go coffee this morning.)
May your hearth glow bright and warm as the sun deities slumber.
May your threshold be welcoming and your table full.
May you dream deeply of abundance, joy, love, and laughter.
May the stillness of nature restore your ability to hear your heart song.
Rest well and know that, soon, the sun returns!
Blessed Solstice!
- gws
I miss foggy autumn mornings in San Francisco having breakfast with my bestie in his haunted apartment in a building which was once a Gilded Age brothel.
-gws
The sound of rain is a special magic.
It brings with it a sense of cleansing.
It brings sweet air that demands to be inhaled as deeply as possible.
The percussion something that can only be understood on a cellular level.
It pulls us into the sound.
Floating us in liquid song.
Primal and holy.
-gws
Oh Northwest Wind
Bring forth your breeze
And with your breath make summer ease
Oh Northwest Wind
Gift your crisp, biting air
That tells us Fall will soon come to bear
Oh Northwest Wind
Please do not tease
Instead, herald the changing of the leaves
Oh Northwest Wind
Return us our foggy blanket
So we may start dreaming of harvest banquets
Oh Northwest Wind
Please place kisses on our skin
So Summer knows its rule is at an end
Oh Northwest Wind
Time to dance through the pines
While we bundle in sweaters and sip rich wine
Oh Northwest Wind
Please bless us from above
So that we may give thanks with Autumnal love
-gws
I speak with the wild wood whenever I visit its sacred canopy
I speak with the wind as it dances through leaves, laughing in whispering movement
I speak with the soft soil with its carpet of moss, needles, and dry leaves that soften my step
I speak with the fluttering butterfly and the gliding hawk about the feel of the air beneath their wings
I speak with the buzzing bee and the chirping cricket about hot summer days
I speak with the crows about the enticement of shiny things
I speak with the water about its affair with the moon
I speak with the wildflower about its affair with the sun
I speak with the stars about histories long forgotten by all but them
I speak with the sapling about life returned, anew
I speak with Nature about the wonder of her world
I speak with the Universe about the wonderment in all things
-gws
Words Wishes and Wisdom 