I am reminded this morning of a short story I wrote years ago in which one of the characters said, "It's raining colors."
She was, of course, referring to the leaves falling in these old mountains. I love this time of year.
I have moved to a sweet little older house in Candler and I am in love with it. It sits on a site of over two acres and there are woods and deer and land! How I have missed being connected with land!
Plus, a psychic/medium should never live in a condo. That one you can figure out, I am sure.
I am thinking of Pablo Neruda and his magnificent poetry this morning.
I will never be the wordsmith he was. This I know for sure.
But I wonder ... did he talk with the dead as I do?
Happy Autumn to all of you!
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
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MariJo, so glad to hear you're settled in a new place! (Me too!) I miss seeing you around; I'll try my best to make it Friday. Take good care. <3 Melisa
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