inSpirations and inSights on my pebbled garden path…
No Christmas in July for Mother Nature or me. September remembers what's transpired, what's to change. Twirling --- Whirling --- ever so gently... thoughts and memories breathlessly intertwined. A non-commercial, Spiritually looking forward for me while nature returns within.
September tugs at August October overshadows September. Leaves falling in August a premature ejaculation of autumn leaves one unfulfilled and looking to September for more. More warmth, more comfort, a lingering embrace to hold on to the moments of bliss. As an adult, I love September and August too. It's just too soon to feel …
wRighTing My Life 