|The Harvest Moon|
We laid out our blanket and chairs and lit our fire and sat by the river......oh, the gorgeous sounds of rushing water, there is nothing to compare. We talked and talked until we were all talked out...no interruptions, no tugging from kids, no corrections from husbands....just the two of us. Peace. Bliss. Reverence. Sadhana. We decided to scribble the things we were done with in our lives down on paper and then we simultaneously threw them in the fire! Done, finished, lessons learned! We watched as the flames engulfed them and turned them into tiny little specs of ash.
|The Moon and Saturn|