Today, as this land lies in amber and bronze and hears old copper toning deep into bone and stone, while in silence the great letting go of leaf-stars release into the dreaming time, promises and memories of sunshine, rain and wild wind-dancing.

Feel the slowing down, slowing under, slowing in, under heavy grey skies full of dampness, covering richness into safe hiding. 

Woodsmoke tangs the drizzling darkness, and a dusting of small yellow hand-shaped leaves wave on the windscreen of the parked cars.

See these flashes of red in hedges and trees? Reminders of the mystery; that which we seek is within. 

And soul; red thread, way-shower, marker of source and returning, spins in and out of this labyrinthal journey, which manifests through us in all the beauty of the flaming land and in our own burning colours of desire and longing for creativity

Weave! Create into being: whispering deep in us, waiting to display a triumph of beauty only possible to uniquely manifest through us, in this place and moment, if only we follow our joy, if only we believe our dreaming, if only we remember our source, answer to the pull of our power, and hear the calling of our destiny guiding us: 

Follow your dreams, make them happen, SHINE! Dance Destiny into becoming, BE who you actually are, leap through the fear of your own great beacon.....

before the light of life leaves but the last glow of twilight shimmering on the horizon and  opportunity fails to dawn into the promised flow of the East.