Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Soon, after the sunrise

Where does the day lead... after the sun rise? Morning finds me cheering my spirit on: a new day, lots of minutes, new moments to experience, and how many times will I laugh? I don't wish to cry, but it's a possibility, and, 1...2...3...back to the music I love. Soon.

Even rainy days find me walking the land I now own. God help me dress it and keep it, as if my own little garden of life  were always here. Changing leaves of all the trees circle my home like a great salad... and I am the last large tomato of the summer! The glory of Autumn or what I've always known as 'The Fall'  fills my lungs with a crisp air... and the last scent of honeysuckle.  I head towards my studio where musical inspiration accompanies my morning's visual beauties. Such treasures so fresh in my mind and stirring the depths of  awe I feel; only music releases the morning's pickings. After the sun rise... I write. Soon.

I leave you with one of the many musical choices that stirs the writing spirit within me.  Where does the day lead... after the sun rise? I wait to know. Soon.