Morning

Seven in the morning, a warm breeze, a hint of rain and a symphony of sound.Walking the dog through the forest. Twitters and tweets, geese in the distance and the sound of the wind. At times a whoosh through pine trees, at other times a soft rattle through birch not yet in bloom. Take a deep breath and stop, my feet sinking. The rain falls in mists. The scent of earth and grass, pungent. The dog in a state of bliss, rolling in the hay, diving into muddy water, oblivious..So simple, life is so simple at this moment, look around trees sway, yet are flexible, rarely breaking. Colors muted browns, verdent greens all around me an impressionist painting..

La lune

I shout into the distance
as the rain swallows my words.
A downpour of water,
with a pitch black moon.
My vision impaired,
my spirit stands to break,
alone in the forest with a pitch black moon.
The rain falls faster as my shouts grow weaker,

and I alone in the forest with a pitch black moon.

The making

Why do I smile when I see the sun shine through these maple trees..is it not the same sun, as I had known before? Why then-looking up at the tree branches framed against an azure sky, I cannot help but sigh and smile once again..Am I losing my mind..or finding it? Stepping inside the sugar shack bathed in a fog of white, a scent so delicate and yet so sweet embraces me for a few seconds..and then lets out a sigh as it drifts overhead passed the openings into the sky. The scent lingers on till the furnace is opened a gush of heat streams out, with it an orange glow. Mesmerized by the pulsing dance of the embers, it is hard not to believe they are alive. To the imagination the furnace is an ever hungry beast, devouring wood, not satisfied till it leaves sweat dripping from the one who feeds it. Thick leather gloves and apron protect the one who would try and tame it, for at times the wood rushes out, and needs to be driven back inside while still on fire...it is a dance of precision and timing, to make maple syrup..Stepping outside I am lulled by the stars, with them one cannot but help feel at peace, they are so many and you are just one..

Full circle Aurore and Shane

Two wonderful people who I met oh so long ago..smiling. Has it been 4 years already! Wow..
Come the 8th you will have come full circle what started out by surprise..it is a gift! So I wish you both joy in whats to come, many many little buggers :) (shane can translate aurore) and all my love. Have a beautiful wedding day, and Im sure it is not snowing like it is here ...and I hope to spend time with you in France and indulge in your happiness.
Big hug to both of you..

Terre

Taking a deep breath I inhale the scents of the earth as rain spills down my face, enriching me and the soil beneath my feet. Closing my eyes, receiving earths bounty...I feel tied to the land..listening to the rain my mind clear of thought-peace.

I understand

there is no need for me to speak,

where my heart would beat

there is no answer.

what it would say

holds no meaning.

As in this life, words

have no meaning.