Pre-Lenten Challenge: day 35

Pre-Lenten Challenge: day 64

The crush

Each footstep taken
The sound of summer
Now broken
Fallen leaves
Piled in death and grief
The promise of beginnings
Chase my dreams
Into cold, wintry mornings
The frost I breathe
The endings I heave
The promise
Of things anew
And the awaiting of buds
To cue
The crush of belated
Dreams
The crunch of blasts from
The past
Knowing these aren't
The last

By O'vehlu - Sandi
Many blessings 🙏🏼

Motions and emotions

Northern New Mexico winds

I was drawn to record this amazing chatting of branches and trees. I had no idea what they were saying to each other. I hazarded a few guesses:

We’re free. Look how beautiful my hair is. Look how flexible I am. Look how beautiful and colorful I am. Don’t you just love yellow?

Were they talking to me? To each other? To all connected roots around them? Was it a warning? Change is near. Soon, you’ll see us for who/what we are. We will be naked. Be prepared.

I believe it’s all that and more I’ll never understand. But who needs to know when the beauty is so breathtaking, it’s all you can do but observe and breathe in nature in all its power and glory.

Many blessings folks! Sandi

Reflections (& Acequias)

This vid was taken in northern New Mexico. Community ditches, or ‘acequias’, are used for irrigation on farm land for growing alfalfa, watering livestock, or gardening… the water here is low. It’s time to limit the consumption of water, as it is now fall and not needed. The process can be very complicated, but most certainly a huge star in Spanish heritage. No, you don’t have to be of Spanish/Hispanic descent to water your farms through acequias!

I also was taken by the reflections and fallen leaves in this vid. A strange sadness came over me and I realized, the fall is the bridge to winter. The season that calls for silence and inner bundling. It’s the reflection of the leaves and flowers as they release from their home and to the ground – where they mingle with the earth; a coming home of sorts.

I’m asking myself: where are my leaves landing? Is it home?

Many blessings folks! Sandi