Stepping Stones

A Whisper in your ear

After many months I have recently realised that though I have continued to blog you might not guess that from this place.  If you would like to know where what and why of some of my daily living go HERE and discover that life still finds me amused and thrilled ....and still a blogger in my own style:0)

Eagle Eyed?

If you noticed I am impressed, if not...there have been changes in the sidebar which will lead you to another place where from today any posting I do will happen, Thanks for walking along with me this far hope you'll carry on popping an, walking past and waving and maybe sometimes evn stopping and chatting:0)

New address http://animatedstardust.typepad.com/astwo/  ,known as Heading Home

Layers and textures

Walking in the woods at this time of the year when mist encloses and leaves rustle beneath ones feet is time of dreaming and listening for me. It is also a time to revel in the layers of the Earth which reveal themselves as I brush my feet through the fallen leaves and I am always thrilled by the textures and colours presented to hungry eyes.

The autumn always encourages me to look below the surface of my life and discover the layers built up over the year, discovering what needs to be let go and what will feed the coming darker, dormant days through the winter be that coinciding with the season of winter or in personal times of winter.

Often there are surprises when I brush a booted foot through fallen leaves signs of life in shape of beetle or fallen fruit, fungi finding shade and sustenance in the most inhospitable places to my eyes. I always stop and spend a moment getting to 'know' what I am looking at.

I take this practice into my daily life when looking beneath the layers of my own life and am often surprised that not only is there life in the most unpromising environment but often beauty brought about by the transformation of letting go that which has run its natural course.

Belonging

Sitting this morning I found my eye drawn to this environment and it set me wondering about all the 'worlds' held by this world and how many I miss or trample upon without realising and I held my gaze for a long time on this small world of wood and web and felt the pull of the tides the gaze of the moon and the songs of the stars within and without as the sense of communion, belonging found echo in my heart.

It was only a moment but a moment to wrap gently and open throughout a day and feel a link not the overwhelming separation that often fills the mind  that forgets that I am the tree, I am the soil, I am the brick, I am the mess and muddle but most of all I am stardust come from and going to the Universe.