my heart illuminated

it is late in the evening the windows are wide open trying to catch every breeze that comes up and through this hill. there is music playing and right now i hear the violin and cello more than all the rest.  the evening breeze she is a friend who comes when she hears your heart call, when she feels the words become caught between your rib cage and skin. it is incredible how quickly i fell into this piece of music,  a transporter of time. twirling away from you and towards you and for you. if i was daring i would walk out into the blackened sky feeling the earth with my naked feet, hands reaching for what my eyes can not see but the illumination in my heart would guide me and i would find you, fall for you. you would be staring back at me through the darkness that was time past, wasted,  i am not daring so i let the breeze and the violin stir in me as i feel natures breath on my soul,  my fingers open and i let it slip away..

*inspired by music i heard on a movie trailer by composer harry scott, perhaps i listened to it over hundred times.
* photographs a quick walk in the forest today before a menacing storm

a walk with a friend

last sunday sheila and i after breakfast went for a walk. i wanted to show her the writers cabin, the apple and pear trees. we ate our pears as walked, we talked about butterflies, the people we care about and the future. we headed into the woods where i showed her a stone wall circle, we found a magical leaf. we scared a giant hawk from the trees who in turn scared us. we walked to the cemetery that is in our forest the oldest stone is from the seventeen hundreds all belonging to the Potter family.  i am glad i had this time with my dear friend, her wisdom and calm, her kind and generosity have been like a lighthouse to a ship, a ship who often looses her way.

thank you sheila for spending time with me.

hi friends, after much rain it is sunny here, lovely in fact. i will be spending the weekend alone, preparing the farm for winter, writing post cards for read with me and making wild blueberry jam. what will you be doing.