September sunset….

I live among the trees,
grand oaks and maples and sycamores and poplars
that gift us with their shade and rustle,
a rich sound-stage for songbirds and owls
and bands of other feathered musicians
who fill our days and nights with their achingly beautiful sounds.
I love our trees and they mostly love us back,
dropping the kindling for our fires
and painting our seasons with their poetry.


But other than a wee sunny spot in front for growing things,
the sunset sky doesn’t find us here in our little home in the grove
and for many years I’ve bustled busy during that golden hour,
finishing my day work and beginning my evening chores
so I can steal away some time beneath the stars.

 My heart is calling me out this month,
beyond the trees,   where the sun sets brilliant
over fields and farms and parks and gardens
that I know and love by day.


I’m making a gift to myself for September,
an hour each evening to chase the light,
free to watch and listen
and awe and click my camera unhurried,
to nuzzle my face into the last lingering glow
of the day.

Come pour yourself another cup
and let’s sit  together quiet,  wrapped in golden rays,
filling up on light.
I’ll meet you there:)


Hope is no less realistic than despair.
It is still our choice whether to live in light
or lie down in darkness.”
-Rick Yancey

feathers and stones…


Tugging some  feathers and stones from my pack,
little treasures I’ve collected along the way
to show and share.
I wanted you to have something to keep,
a little handmade  gift that speaks,


just a whisper
to remind you how you’re not alone
and maybe help you feel  how much I’ve enjoyed
your company on the trail


Let me know you’d like one of these
in a comment
and I’ll e-mail you back,
get your address
and send one on it’s merry way to you,
which ever one sings your name
to my heart:)

I’ve got a glad bundle,
all handmade and different

(not just the ones in these pics…..a gazillion more)
so it’ll be fun to choose.
(choices…..God I love them!)

 Saunter on,  friend,  with all of your beautiful heart.

“The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains,
rivers, and cities;
but to know someone who thinks and feels with us,
and who,  though distant,  is close to us in spirit,
this makes the earth for us
an inhabited garden.”

the days were golden…

just this,  dear friend,
from my heart to yours.

 the words didn’t find me this week
but I wanted to paint you joy

and to share the way
the last of the zinnias hold the sun
soft and close
showing us how
to soak it in
for the cold,  gray days to come

and just look at all this gold
~see how rich we are?

~and brave,
we’re braver than we know.

October has pounded on me hard
so  I’m few of words
but richer  in love
and braver than before.

“Love is vivid.  I never wanted the pale version.
Love is full strength.  I never wanted the diluted version.
I never shied away from love’s hugeness
but I had no idea that love could be as reliable as the sun.”
-Jeanette Winterson

linking up with some gorgeous orangeness
lorik’s luscious