At other times Spirit whips through like the howling winds up from the valley below sending messages loud and clear. This morning I looked out the front door and saw sheets blown from the geraniums. Cold has finally come and I had put them to bed not to die but to be covered hoping to extend the lives of our many plants. I am to my plants the way some folks are to life seeking elixirs and fountains of youth not wanting to let go.
Litely, loudly through light and wind Spirit's messages are sent.
-Dawn! The Good News Muse, 12 November 2011
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