Lovely cool morning. Strange happenings. The swirl of events going on around me feel overwhelming. We cannot move the clock back. We must move forward. And thus, spending my days here, in the garden, I seek for signs while trying to store the magic witnessed in all the quiet spots of my person, that I may conjure them forth when needed it be.
My soul yearns to be filled with the Holy Spirit; to hear God's voice in the deepest of my being, but sometimes I am deaf. I am the lonely leaf being carried away by howling winds.