Beautiful November

Oh November ~ Your raiments are glory. The colours draw me in. They nourish the call that is ever there.

 Nature calls us to come away. To come away into its' quiet, its' majesty and its' vastness. It calls us to lay down our ideas of grandeur and to let them be re made. This call can be heard from the tiniest bud in a sidewalk garden and from the great tree hidden deep and unknown but by a few that wander far. I answer the call every day. It doesn't mean I am in the forest, or on the river, or at the ocean. I am in my home ~ but the trees that brush my window, the mountain freshly crowned with snow, the neighbor's trio of trees  ~ they are my eyes ease. My hearts refresh. It helps me hold on. 

Somehow this call is the one our heart has to answer. When we don't we are stagnant, deafened and blinded inside. We are more callous and we are not as kind. The great beauty of all that has been created just for us is the greatest healer. Do not let yourself forget. It is there, at your fingertips..