There is a peace that permeates one’s being while walking through a garden after a new fallen snow.
But along with that peace comes a feeling of sadness as the realization of knowing another season comes to an end.
Endings may be not be what they appear
Look into hidden corners of the garden and see what emerges from the snow cover ground
Allow your eyes to be drawn to vibrant colors in an otherwise neutral landscape
Rejoice in knowing this is not an end, only life passing through celestial cycles
At a recent Harvest gathering a friend shared that the labyrinth and surrounding gardens were a spiritual temple.
The sharing of this sacred space has been a dream of mine since its inception.
The month of September saw the first class from Moravian Theological Seminary come to the gardens and utilize the labyrinth for their spiritual journey.
We do not own the land, we are but caretakers who live in harmony with Gaia, our mother.
An early October freeze has given way to afternoons of blue skies and bright sunshine
Just another day in the garden
Sharing my space with Gaia’s children
Joyous connections abound!
Thank you for stopping by, hope your October day was a bright as this one!
Morning has broken
Like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning . . .
Autumn sunrises in eastern Pennsylvania are a kaleidoscope of color
Gaia sharing her soul
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