Yes, it's almost fall again. It seems to come at the same time every year. I'm standing on my front porch, hanging the wreaths I just made on my front doors. I have my Ipod in and I'm listening to Ann Sweeten's lovely, New Age harp music and it all feels so familiar. Then my mind wanders down a path, an old path, and I remember last year. At this exact same time of the year, I was in love. Madly in love. I had made a wreath for his door; he lived in a very cool barn and I was driving down the highway, listening to this same lusty, ethereal harp music. To see him. To deliver the wreath and to see him for what I knew would be the last time.
The song changes to the something by the Rolling Stones and I snap out of the past, with a smile on my face. There's a gentle breeze that blows across my face, reminding me that I'm movin' on.
Freakin awesome Shellya! That wreath looks beautiful on YOUR door!
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KL
Yes ma'am! A wreath for your door this year. Moving on and moving forward. PS - I enrolled in the 2nd Unravelling course. Oughta be fun - we can share frutrations & breakthroughs.
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:) Debi
Oh my gosh, Debi. That's a HUGE compliment. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteI can't wait for the breakthroughs. Blogging is already a frustration. It takes me forever.
Sheila