Good morning from… by the brook♡
Happy first day of autumn. Just like clock work, Mother Nature and the weather man must have struck some sort of bargain, the warm summer winds gave way to a crisp chill. Pale yellow leaves have found their way down, peeking through the soft, tall blades of grass. The morning’s first light has not yet awakened, it seems a tad late. Maybe the moon has not yet clocked out, allowing the sun to sleep in just a wee bit more.
Across the brook a sizeable, silent silhouette floats past the towering trees that keep watch in the dark night. Then another smaller shadow scurries by to catch up. It must be one of the sweet fawn and it’s Mama on their way to breakfast before daybreak. Within moments of their passing fleetly, flapping, feathered, figures, (say that three times fast!) haphazardly drop from the dark sky, like mystical creatures returning home from a long night’s endeavor.
The sun unhurriedly rises above the tree tops, causing shimmering drops of dew to appear as twinkling prisms between the leaves. The shadows give way to reality and curiosity replaces fear, the brook, now buzzing with life.
Back from it’s early morning meal, a sweet fawn curiously inches toward the fallen, feathered creatures, causing delicate ripples to roll inward making them bob like rubber ducks at a carnival game.
Each morning the brook calls home its dwellers, offering them a sanctuary of nourishment. It’s no wonder they accept the invitation.
I too will be traveling beyond the brook today, as I have begun a seasonal venture. For many months I have remained here exploring endeavors that illuminate my soul, but alas I must leave the quintessence of the brook, allowing my shadows to give way to reality. I am so grateful to have heard its summoning and its urging to move beyond my fears. Curiosity has encouraged me toward places I didn’t know existed. Like the dwellers of the brook, I will always accept its invitation to return, for my inner compass will always point home.
Sending my love to you all,
Maureen xo