In Harmony

Edge of the Forest, Treetops

"Come join us in the living treetops, where the winds of spirit blow wild and free."

    ~ Return of the Bird Tribes by Ken Carey  

As twilight falls at Treetops, I catch a glimpse out the kitchen window of a lone reclining deer resting under the thicket behind the house.

The wind stirs softly among the edge of this forest, and the hazel, wild cherry, oak and pine trees sway to the melody of the mystical breeze.

Riding the Full Moon

The birds' songs accelerate, getting louder and reaching a crescendo pitch, then like the crickets and cicadas choir, suddenly stop.

Night falls dark and gentle and the whipoorwill calls out whispers of hope, songs of love.

The wind speaks to us, clearing our hearts of fear and anger and bringing peace. Moths, attracted to the inside lamps, flutter against the windows and screens.

In harmony with the Universe, we are all one and drawn to the light.

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Mystic Sunset, Springdale