Those last fall days, when you are walking down trails that are covered in multi coloured pine needles and fallen leaves. With smells so intense you find yourself taking one deep breath after another, trying to capture every different scent deep within in your soul.
For me, this is my love of fall.
So quiet, just a whispering wind gently pulling leaves from trees crackling as they tumble down, enough to make you stop and listen in wonder of what is out there hidden the trees.
For me, this is my love of fall
A chill in the air, the sun giving off its last bit of heat before it cools for the winter. The distant scent of a wood fire burning and the laughter of children playing.
For me, this is my love of fall
Fall, when everything changes to give passage for what will become.
For me, this my love of fall
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Live Love & Laugh,
The weather called for all day showers but Maggie and I had other plans so we demanded the sun to shine ….
We saw a sliver of light on the horizon, our sign the universe had listened
While everyone was tucked away preparing for the expected wet day, we ventured out and were blessed with glorious moments
We saw rays hope and stole the moment …. we chased and followed the sun
Today was about merriment and marvel, it was about being silly and finding quiet
A great day to recharge, re energize and enjoy time my companion, my Maggie, my friend
To being silly and to finding the sun
My Saturday, my Maggie, my story
Is it Haunted here? It opened in 1904 and was revered at the time as the asylum for the mentally and criminally insane. As medicine and research evolved over the years the name and the direction of the Riverview institute transformed into hospital that specialized in mental health issues, until it closed in 2012
Let me take you back to the 1900″s. Imagine this place perched high on a mountain side. With trees of all species that have never been logged, that have been here since birth. Such history in the pristine and raw forest. Such strong forces of energy still at play all these year’s later
Now imagine, still standing but crumbling, some of the original buildings that housed some of the most mentally ill people that were cast out from society
Witchery and barbaric methods thousands upon thousands of misfitted people locked away behind bars longing to touch what only their eyes beheld them through their windows
As I walk amongst the buildings, windows still barred holding in the spirits that walked the halls. I imagine the hand prints on grimy moss covered windows and the echoes of their screams and laughter as they struggled in their existence
This place is magical but eerie and haunting…. hairs stand on end as you peak through an open window to halls of emptiness but beauty in the building remains
Then out of nowhere a crack of thunder so loud we jump with fright followed by hard rains that send us the message we have over stayed our welcome move on now let us rest in the peace that we had longed for
My spooky Halloween
Two of the greatest smells of all.
When you combine the smell of decaying leaves after a rain storm and campfires burning you have a collision of fall scents that awaken every sense of your being.
Taking deep breaths to try to take in as much of the aroma as possible hoping that if I hold it in, the smells will stay deep within my soul.
Bottle this and call it fall for these two smells can calm the most erratic mind and elevate mood to the point of elation
How is it that two means of ending, wood burning down to ashes and leaves decaying into dust can create such an alive feeling?
Strange what nature has to offer, leaves, fire and life …. a perfume called fall
My Story My Fall
There is something healing and energizing about sitting under a tree with the wind blowing through the bows just enough to drop pine needles and coloured leaves all around you, hiding out from the rain but still immersed in nature….. Everyone has long since run indoors, even the chipmunks and squirrels have taken cover. But here we sit in awe of the sounds……
The birds have stopped chirping so the only echoes we hear now is the heavy rain as it picks up energy and moves through the trees The rhythm of drops that slip down between the branches, landing on exposed skin and rain jackets, one drop then two then a few more creating a steady beat, a drumming sound
Listening with all senses the sounds of the rain, the wind through the trees the rhythm of escaped rain drops, a small miniature outdoor orchestra of music
A sense of letting go, of releasing thoughts, worries and troubles if only for a moment….
The quiet and the peace, simply in awe of the fall