The fact that I could see my breath in the chill of the early morning air was a subtle declaration that autumn is here to stay. I tightened my scarf and pulled up my hood as I made my way towards the path, descending into the woods. Weaving along the trail, the leaves crunched beneath my feet. It was such a welcomed sound after a very long week. I could hear the flowing stream not too far away and I was excited to make my way across the bridge. With each step, I felt civilization melt away from my consciousness like a sugar cube in water.
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Walking the Path to Yule ~ Day 17
Silence stills the twilight. The world wrapped in a fresh blanket of snow allows the chance to dream. When there is a dream, there is hope and hope invites us to dance upon the painted sky, granting us the possibility of yet another dream.
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Merging with the flow of life, I can feel my body travel along the current. Each twist in the river allows me to surrender. Each turn in the stream gently reminds me to release what weighs upon my heart.
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In this time of traveling to the longest night, we can be faced with many, many things.
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The Whispering Crow 