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I had the most beautiful walk last evening.
I started out walking on the trail at dusk with 3 Monarch
butterflies flying around and above me.
I looked to my left, where a large doe had
just crossed my path. I watched as her
fluffy white tail bounced playfully up and down among the brush. I had the feeling that she was there for me, calling me to appreciate and glide deeper into my awareness of the moment.
I walked on as the sun was setting and I awakened to a
chorus of thousands of frogs and crickets serenading me. I felt prickly sensations on my skin as the
music of the wetlands grew louder and enveloped me as if I was in a cocoon of
sound.
I jumped when I suddenly heard loud rattling like dozens of tiny tambourines at a drum circle. The sun was now set but there was enough light for me to look up and see that a breeze was shaking the leaves of a large tree and for an instant it seemed that I could see each individual leaf as it danced and sang just for me. The song stopped just as quickly as it had begun and I walked on.
The quiet breeze felt a little warm and a
little cool, it was the perfect temperature and I felt as though I was
a fish swimming in a gentle stream.
There was no one else on the trail, yet it was alive with
the energy of a new night, and as I arrived back home a little toad hopped out
of the grass in front of me. I picked
him up gently, feeling his soft cool skin in my palm. I looked him in the eye and he looked at
me. We shared an exchange of reverence
for an eternal, brief moment, and I ever so delicately placed him back where I
had picked him up.
Ahhh, the magic of fall is in the air, and good things are
afoot.
Blessings,
Waxéla
(wa-shay-la)
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