letting us stretch and grow and reach new heights.
~Pauline R. Kezer
Simple joy dances here in the shadows of the evening. It kisses the blooms of the moss rose as they close their sleepy eyes, folding their paper thin petals. It whispers a word to the lilies that reach for the last of the glow from the sun. It rustles the leaves of the ancient old Oak tree, playing a tune seldom heard in the business of life. It sings a song of endings.....and beginnings....a song of roots...and branches...and change. And all change...requires that we leave a piece of us behind as we move on. So, tonight....with the whisper of fall in the air and change on the horizon....I sit a little longer, swing a little harder, sip another cup of tea, smile at the memories I've made.....and hope the branch I'm headed out on will hold the weight life is throwing at me!