Enchanting Tapestry

It’s happening.  The magic is happening.  I woke up this morning and stepped outside to feel a cool breeze hit my face and I knew I was stepping into the magical place that I have longed for.

Something has entered my soul and refreshed my spirit.  It seems to have happened overnight.  It wasn’t here yesterday and just like that, it has appeared.  There’s a sense of energy and vitality that comes with it, a letting go and new beginning all at the same time.  I’ve waited for nine months for this miracle to occur and now it has presented itself.

The birth of a new season, in my opinion, the most special of them all.  Bright colors are blazing a trail along the tree line.  As I drive through the mountains I notice trees  that have been kissed by the sun and have burst into glowing beauty.

In this magical hour, there is beauty in letting go.  The trees are willing participants as they share their glory with us and allow their leaves to transform into precious jewels as they move on their journey to another place; a place where they will now become the fertilizer for growth into another astonishing masterpiece.  The ceaseless pattern of life is shared by all living things.

The artistry that nature is sharing can never be duplicated because it is alive and unique, as each  soul has it’s own singularity.  The signature of life only passes through in this manner on one occasion.   The individuality of nature’s journey, including humans, is inestimable.

I celebrate this precious day and the changing of the season.  I feel the fire in my spirit as I welcome this new array of beauty into my being.

 

 

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Mary Mangee

I have lived a life and learned many things along the way. Through my daily experiences I want to share the little lessons I have picked up and share them with you. Maybe you can find some pearls of wisdom in your day too.

4 thoughts on “Enchanting Tapestry”

  1. I felt like this one summer morning. May I show you how?

    ON SUMMER’S RISING

    Barbara Grace Lake © 2002

    Molten, drenching, is the air
    I breathe and feel
    On waking in a morning
    Joyous to myself;
    Gone the worries blackening
    The night
    Their leaseholds lost as sunlight
    Washes clean the air,
    Reflecting only floating grains
    Of lint and dust–
    Sparkling threads upon a
    Buoyant tapestry,
    Enlivening dry musty
    Lavenders of age,
    Forgotten in a breath of
    Personal enchantment:
    Golden
    God-like,
    Young,
    On summer’s morn.

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