Last night, as Jeff and I walked under a rosy sky, that moon lifted it’s full body up over the hills of our little valley and set the sky on fire. This morning, when I took Bonnie out, frost still on every blade of grass, I saw the moon had shed his star-tears and left them in pools of light in our front yard. On this day of gratitude, I hear the earth singing praise. Happy Thanksgiving, Beloveds. May all your days be filled with light. You are God’s gift to me.




  1. Marilee says

    Your way with words, and appreciation for nature, are a blessing to many. So glad for a gal who loves grass and snow and trees and sunsets/sunrises so much! A blessed (if belated) HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

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