I am one alone. I walk my mountain in solitude, even as the approach of autumn means my birds and such are beginning to leave. It is in this place I am safe. It is in this place I am one with all that surrounds me and know that although I stand alone, I am not alone. As the cool air blows through the trees which are about to enter their slumber, the Earth beneath my feet seems to energize my inner being by letting me know that no one has carved into her and marred her any further here–yet. Hopefully no one ever will.
The foxes aren’t here right now. They seem to be staying in their own domiciles as of late. Once in a while I see a few stray birds up in the sky of blue. I feel a sadness at their departure, but with joy knowing that they will return in the Spring. All is a reminder that the circle continues and will not end–even when the day comes that my life is over.
I hope to be by the Ocean again one day and far away. We shall see what awaits me, that is for certain. Have a great day.
What beauty this all has for me!