November sunlight finds its way through an opening in an old barn wall, falling across hand hewn supports and heaps of straw in the corner left over from harvests long past.Daylight is is paler, cooler and more slanted at this time of year when the Old Wild Mother is leaning away from the Sun. Shadows are longer, deeper and more attenuated, but winter sunlight has warming and endearing qualities all its own, and I am thankful for it. Each and every ray of sunlight, every dancing dust mote, carries an echo of summers past and a hint of the summers still to come.
How does one spend those brief and precious summer hours? If the summers already gone by are any indication, I will while away many twilight hours next year, just leaning on the old rail fence in Lanark and listening for the sound of owls hooting in the woods, for wolves howling somewhere over the hill and far away. At sunrise I will go into the woods and watch the Sun's flickering dance across the beech leaves, the angular play of light and shadow.
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It seems to me...........that the more we become aware of our own inner light.......the more that we reconize the gift of light that surrounds us in our day to day lives. It is as if we our becoming one and the energy is emminating all around us.........if we just know how to look, I am so thankful that my path has been of one to find this great gift.......aisling
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