Monday, November 05, 2007

Falling Leaves

The leaves are falling.
The wind is gusting.

Each leaf is a blessing.

This is sacred ground.

These are holy days.

I am writing.
I am sitting on the deck.
I am one with the falling leaves.


Mary said...

I wish I were sitting with you. You have the very best view.

Q said...

Dear Mary,
I wish you were sitting with me too!
I had to have my blanket early this morning as I was chilled.
One of these days we will sit together and laugh and watch birds and butterflies!

Sprite said...


Dearest Sherry,

Oh I love these pictures, the leaves falling, the dove, the blankie on the feet, and the flowers.




Sprite said...


Sherry Dear heart~

I meant to also say that this is
'Sacred Ground' and these are
'Holy Days,' indeed!

I am with you.



Q said...

Dearest Sprite,
I am so very grateful for your kindness and friendship. I live in the city with traffic and sirens but the wind blew those sounds away. Tucked under my blanket with the wind I could feel the holiness of the day. As I warmed up I knew all ground is sacred. I am only the steward of my little backyard.
It is a honour to share this space with you.
Blessings are everywhere.