"The art of being happy lies in the power of
extracting happiness from common things."
Henry Ward Beecher
Fall is filled with a special fragrance I willingly inhale. It is the season I feel most alive and awake to the beauty of mother earth. Why waste precious time dreading the soon to be winter when you can glory in the hues of color or in the crunch of the crisp fallen leaves.
The birds no longer hidden by leafy branches now can be easy to spot. The songs they sing linger in my heart as I wonder what is being said. Squirrels scurry to bury acorns and I too feel the urge to gather within.
The safety I feel in the midst of the trees pulls me forward, deeper into the unknown. The experience of the cadence lulls my weary soul. My feet meld into the earth connecting with gnarly roots while my arms reach for the branches extending themselves in respectful prayer. This is the joy that welcomes me home.
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