Letting in the Light


This morning I opened the window to bid the light to enter. He warmly welcomed my spirit and flooded through my heart. “You’ve been closed off for far too long. Your heart is sick and pale. I will warm you in your blood, and open you to all that’s good.”  I felt his kisses strengthen me, and I accepted his gift. 

I have been hiding in the darkness of my farmhouse, not wanting to admire the beauty of this fall. My cogs have been crammed with self pity, and it has been slowing my spirit. This morning I have finally renewed my yoga practice. Which is something I have been shirking since September. I feel whole, renewed, and refocused.  I have let the light in to favor it over the darkness I was wallowing in.

I realize that my poetry has been tinted with self pity, and that I have poisoned your spirits with my own pain.  I ask you to take my hand, and to walk through the autumn woods with me. Together let us put down our burdens to let in the light. 

My affirmation for today: “I am light, I create light, I let in the light and conquer my own darkness.”

This fall is rich with the colors of passion. The trees are aflame beckoning you to rekindle your own lust for life.  Let the comforts of a crisp fall surround your heart.  This is the time for new beginnings, and to embrace the coming seasons with hope and joy. 



The Wheel of the Year


The sky is over-cast

The air is growing chill

The wind whispers faint

Fall is drawing near

Leaves begin to blush

Nights long, deeply yawn

As embers merry burn

So spins the yearly wheel

The trees are hushed to sleep 

The crows begin their flight

The corn gathered in 

Fall is drawing near

Air the winter clothes

Summer pack away

Sing merrily a tune

So spins the yearly wheel

Pumpkins full are growing 

The trees have apples shed

The hay cut and baled

Fall is drawing near

Fall Begins on the Farm


I am enamored with autumn, and I have been counting down the days til fall since the beginning of August! Today marks the official first day of my favorite time of year. The leaves have begun to blush, the hay has been rolled into bales, and the nights are cImagerisp with the promise of hot apple cider and hearty stews.

The old farm house is heated entirely by wood, and as the nights begin to bite, my husband went out yesterday and chopped down a small pine.  We were glad for it the next day, for we were caught in a cold rainstorm as he tried to get his truck to start!  Tell me, what do you most treasure about this transitional time of year?