Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Spring....

Spring is here.  The skies are blue, the gentle wind caresses my face and makes the trees whisper.  The sun is warm and the ground is moist.  The whole earth feels like it is coming alive after the long sleep of winter.  Water trickles about and nourishes the plants which slowly unfold and awaken.  My heart and soul fly with the wind and lie on the earth in joy of this time. 

As I type, I hear the wonderfully melodic and peaceful music of Nicholas Gunn.  He weaves a spell on me and  sets my spirits soaring and gliding gently down to a wonderful feeling.  His is the music of the Southwest and mountains.  Flutes, drums, violins, orchestras; all surround me and lift me to wonderous places of joy.

I love where I live.  I have been many places but few are in my heart so deep as this place of mountains, pine trees, wide blue skies, cool breezes, clean air and golden sunshine.  Close by are red rocks in majestic spires, reddish, creamy hues and green, prickly cacti, desert browns and desert nights.  Night skies with deep blackness set off with millions of brilliant stars older than imaginable.  The wonder of this place is huge and amazing.  Vast vistas and cool forests all in one state.  This is my home.

Though I long to visit other places, I love this place and call it home.  Though I am a Global Nomad, I settled here.  There is something deeply magical here that calls to me.