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Fade to Black

Posted in Lessons of the Drum, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on September 26, 2023| 9 Comments »

 

It was the eve of the Autumn Equinox.  Anna stood in the middle of the vast prairie admiring a hedgerow of wild buffaloberry bushes.  Vibrant red berries popped among pale green leaves and thorny branches.  Burdened with a bounty of tart buffaloberries, branches bent toward the ground. The stout bushes were loaded with berries ripe for picking. Crimson berry clusters stood in stark contrast to an otherwise colorless, drought-ridden prairie landscape. Anna picked several handfuls of the sour treats, and ate them, her face puckering in delight with each mouthful. Buffaloberries were an unanticipated reward – however, she wasn’t prepared to gather berries and it was getting late.

 As the sun began to set, colors glanced off of the smoky horizon adding golden pink and orange hues to the skyline.  A crescent moon began to rise at an oblique angle on the eastern side of the prairie. 

The evening colors were beautiful; a prelude of what colors autumn would be sharing at dusk.  Anna couldn’t resist.  She took a snapshot with her camera. Unfortunately though, she was not a professional photographer. The picture, a once in a lifetime moment in time, turned out to be a mere façade of what she’d witnessed with her own eyes.  Disappointed, she added the photo to her album and closed the cover.

It was days later when Anna re-opened the album.  Feeling dejected, she glanced at the dismal prairie photograph and closed her eyes breathing deeply as she relaxed.  As she counted to ten, the world faded to black.  That is when the magic happened. When Anna opened her eyes again, she saw the picture anew. It only took twelve seconds for her to change her perspective and see the magic.

Anna’s secret for magical change:

  1. Close your eyes
  2. Count to ten
  3. Open your eyes

See how a picture can change with a fresh new perspective in twelve seconds:

 

 

With the changing season be sure to rest and relax. Discover Anna’s secret yourself.

Close your eyes and breathe.

Calm your mind.

Let the world fade to black. Then open your eyes and see the fresh new colors autumn has to offer. 

Enjoy nature’s bounty.

A change of season is much like a change of perspective – it adds color to one’s life!

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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Enter September

Posted in Winged Messages, tagged , , , , , on September 5, 2023| 28 Comments »

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The Cricket’s Song

Posted in Short Stories, tagged , , , , , , , , , on October 25, 2022| 9 Comments »

Today, I sat in my rocking chair on the porch with my two trusty dogs at my side, soaked up the rays of the autumn sun and listened to the crickets sing.

When nature brings you bliss, the world’s woes drift away…

Give yourself permission to relax.

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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Falling Leaves

Posted in Lessons of the Drum, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on October 18, 2022| 8 Comments »

There is a warm autumn breeze; I sit beneath the trees and watch as colored leaves fall earthward.

The trunk of the tree I am sitting under is strong; its roots are spread wide and deep.  Yet, the tree is flexible and is able to bend when times get turbulent. That is why this tree has survived its many years on earth.

The tree’s large branches reach heavenward.  Some of the branches are barren having lost their leaves. Still, other branches are alive with color. The leaves on those branches are preparing to make their descent but for the moment, they are full of life and enhance the world with their beauty.

I notice the leaves of this tree do not fight their ending – they have lived their life to the fullest – so, they simply let go and float gently earthward as if they are two stepping in time to a slow waltz. They dance, twirl and float earthward where they join other leaves, those that fell before them.  The fallen leaves cushion the new arrivals.  Their landing is soft, gentle. Each leaf is reunited happily with those that fell before them – these are their fallen family and friends.

Those leaves that remain high in the branches shiver with excitement and celebrate the life of the leaves that fell before them.  They whisper to the fallen in the soft breeze, “We are in death, even as we live.”

Realization dawns on me, I am sitting beneath the family tree. The tree has been softening my sadness – my grief.  It has not only been comforting me with beauty and dance but sharing ancestral wisdom as it welcomes another extremely important leaf home. 

Celebrate life with every breath you take,

We both live and die in every moment,

Life is colorful,

Enjoy it,

Take comfort in the dance of the falling leaves,

Remember those who went before you,

They are never truly gone,

The circle of life is never-ending.

 

Gone but not forgotten…

“Falling Leaves,” is in memory of my Dad: 

Franklin J. Andrus – May 28, 1938 – October 10, 2022

 

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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Silver

Posted in Lessons of the Drum, tagged , , , , , , , , on November 9, 2021| 14 Comments »

The world seems momentarily peaceful – the autumn gales have been horrendous.

My body is grateful for this temporary respite – a gentle wind is such a welcome change from the cold icy blasts that have beseeched the prairie lately. I exhale calmly. The windy onslaughts seem to be unleashed on the world when the urban inhabitants are uneasy – their angry fearful outbursts unbalance natural order with dissention.  It is not global warming that beseeches the land; it is heated rage or callous icy innuendos that extricate the gales.

I breathe in clean fresh air as I follow a curvy path that leads south.  It is the same direction the snow geese are following.  The sun hits their feathery bodies and they shine silver in the calm fall air above me.  I can clearly hear their calls as they fly above me in a familiar “V” pattern.  Each member of the flock has their view unimpeded.  All can see what lies ahead on their path.  There are some geese that are falling behind.  It is communicated to the leader.  The leader adjusts its pace so that the flock remains together but it is still moving too fast and the flock honks out their distain.

snow geese photo cbc.ca

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