It's a beautiful day to be alive!  Today my beloved celebrates his birthday ~ what a special day birthdays are.  I plan on making this day simply amazing for him.  I know that the Good Spirits will provide him with a blessed 24th year

Mother Nature prevented fireworks in many places in my hometown ~ lightening storms!! 

I just watched the news ~ the weather won't budge from 90 degrees for the next 7 days.  I miss capricious weather.  I'm a native of the New England states and miss the seasons terribly.  I can't explain or decide which season I miss the most!  The fall led way to school (excitement!), Halloween, and Thanksgiving.  Every day I'd walk in the forest and admire the changing leaves.  Truly, those amber leaves were a sign of blessings and nature's ability to rejuvinate herself.  Simply beautiful.  Winter's blustry days were filled with anticipation ~ the holidays!  I'm happiest in December and I am not sure why. I remember as a child playing outside in the snow.  Coming inside with ruddy cheeks and a cold nose!  My mama would serve me hot coccoa and put my mittens on the radiator so they'd be toasty when I went back for more play.  Spring in New England was unpredictable!  One day you'd be rejoicing when the temperature rose to the 60s... the next day it would be below freezing again!  The anticipation of the weather was fun.  Summer was a time of freedom and self-exploration.  Trips to the lake, family picnics in the backyard and a time to read, relax, and just Be.

Here, the weather is stagnant.  It's either hot, hotter, or hottest!  I am happy in sunny South Florida, for sure, but I do miss the seasons.

But my psyche prefers a sunny sky to a dismal one.

:)

In my dreams ~ I seek knowledge.  

I close my eyes and I see the forest.  The forest is a myriad of hues: dark purples and black with no signs of life, but I am not afraid.

Ahead lies an unsturdy bridge and I question if it will hold me.  I look across the bridge and a bright, inviting scene.

With trepidation, I cross the bridge breathing slowly and unevenly ~ thankful for every step closer.

Upon arriving, I find a tree and rest in its warm embrace.  The tree envelopes me, enjoying the relief I feel from crossing the bridge without folly.

In arms appear my two angels, one smaller than the next.  I caress them and hold the close, quite content if the moment is my last.

Mother Holle appears, under the guise of a tiny fairy.  She breathes comfort into my heart and fills me with a tranquility tantamount to sleep. 

She takes my angels from me, silently assuring me that they will be under her watch.

I lean my head against the tree, allowing it's branches to soothe my pain as I watch my angels slowly drift up toward the sky.