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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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Positive Change

Posted in Winged Messages, tagged , , , , , on September 12, 2023| 4 Comments »

Thank you for reading, sharing, and liking – The Trefoil Muse

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A Feathered Friend

Posted in Lessons of the Drum, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 25, 2023| 8 Comments »

Three weeks ago, a foggy mist of milk white hid the horizon. It was still cold. Spring was here but the tendrils of winter were loath to release their taunting grip on the prairie.

Many migrating birds were overhead.  I knew this because I could hear them.

I always tend to marvel at the ability of migratory birds especially, their instinctual ability to navigate blindly through inclement weather and unseen territory while they fly toward their new destinations.

I heard familiar honking in the distance. The recognizable sound was that of the Canadian Geese as they arrived in droves while fog shrouded the land. Other flocks of migratory birds were also flying in. Their types were harder to discern with listening ears because the opaque wall inhibited any clear view of the arriving birds and muffled the sounds of their songs.

The misty cold weather was surreal. Unending fog can be depressing to some but I enjoy the damp, cool weather and find the wall of cloudy white strangely comforting, even safe. I like the idea of disappearing behind a veil of white.  It’s private. I especially like walking in the fog, mainly because I am obliged to use my other senses and am forced to pay closer attention to what’s in my immediate circle during the hours before the fog relents to the rays of the mid-day sun.

But, that day, I was imagining what it would be like to spread open the white wall of fog with my hands as if it were curtains and step through it.  I was wondering if it would it be a clear day or magical world on the other side of the curtains when a knock interrupted my whimsy.

Knock, knock.

Knock.

“What’s knocking at my front door, it’s not like a knocking that I’ve heard before,” I wondered. (more…)

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