The day is lovely, cool and sunny, the rain finally over, at least for now.  I look out on the “woods” that back up to my home and wonder at it all. What was a moonlit silhouette of the trees of winter is filling with the small leaves of spring. Soon it will  be enclosed in green, only the path leading to the center of this little forest, seen from the windows. On this path bloom the ferns and the wild violets of summer and it is filled with the songs of the birds by day and the mystical sounds of life that moves in the night.  At times this place seems to whisper my name  and I wonder if I was not meant to find myself here by my “woods,” my secret path through the meadow and my lake.

The last day has found me in a place I haven’t been for some time, my connections with things so strong I’m finding it almost overwhelming and difficult to find words.  Last night was spent going from draft to draft, editing and deleting, finally resigning myself to the fact that I could not describe what I was feeling.  Perhaps it is the dark moon approaching working it’s magic on me once again.  Whatever the cause I am relishing this place and feel a strong pull to learn more about all things mystical.  My life has been so consumed by the worries of everyday life that I think I lost my way for a time.  It is as if I have been giving back the air that I breathe. I think I will go walk in that air and let it wash over me.