Walking in beauty
Small footprints on Autumn’s steps
Eyes, open and wide
Tasting each moment as if
We had never existed.
Walking in beauty
Small footprints on Autumn’s steps
Eyes, open and wide
Tasting each moment as if
We had never existed.
It’s taken a long time but I am learning later in life that how you react to people and situations comes back to you and no one else. I know that sounds simple, but being pissed off was a way of life for me for a long time. I can see now that blaming others for the stress that I felt was stress that I chose to experience.
Clear your mind and accept responsibility for your actions and circumstances and you will find yourself a much happier person.
I found the following quotes as I was meandering through the web and thought that I would share them. Peace to all of you!!!
“Remember, most of your stress comes from the way you respond, not the way your life is. Adjust your attitude, and all that extra stress is gone.”
-Unknown
“You don’t have to control your thoughts. You just have to stop letting them control you.”
-Dan Millman
Rain
Slowly Falls
Voices in the hall
Heard as the comfort of sleep
Approaches, the not knowing
A gift to cherish
Forever
Peace
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The air is cool as the leaves fall gently to the ground. Silhouetted against the icy blue sky, the mind heads south, trying to escape the wrath of the coming winter.
Summer tries to hold on, providing false hope to all.
Still, the scent of icy inevitability urges us on, a reminder that time, in its cyclical beauty and in alignment with each season, can not be counted on to preserve the past.
But the past continues to dominate, caressing each memory, changing them to align with our reality, making the unpredictably of life what sustains life.
Thoughts of fall, the colors melting as falling leaves spread the residue of change across the landscape.
Shrouded in a fine myopic mist, the land lays waste to a slow death.
Wanting to hold on to precious life, the false hope of the future lasts until time reaches out and quietly asks it to return to the earth.

A country pond, sitting serene under a cool blue sky, waits and wonders.
The surface, ripples forming in protest as the cool October breeze works its way across the quickly changing landscape, trees bowing and swaying in almost silent objection of the coming winter.
Soon, the placid surface, cold and lifeless, will carry the weight of the razors edge, pushing off and gliding in ever widening circles as the flakes of winter slowly fall.
Fall is officially here in the Hudson Valley of New York! The leaves are turning, temperatures are cooler, a nice breeze is blowing and the sky is blue. What does that mean? Perfect apple picking weather.
We decided to head up to Weed Orchards & Winery, located in Marlboro, NY. An easy 50 minute drive from where I live in Mahopac, it offers everything that you would expect from an orchard. Even the car ride (mostly on highways) provided us with some pretty nice views of the landscape.
Pulling up to the Winery, we parked on a grassy hillside and walked a short distance to where you got the bag you would need to store the apples that you would pick.

After speaking with several friendly people, we headed towards the orchards. Although they offer many different types of apples, we just followed the many signs that sent us in the direction of where we needed to be.
Most of the apples that we picked were either green (the kind my daughter likes), or red, the type the rest of us will eat. We found that the closer to the main road you were ended up not offering as many choices as when you moved up the rows and further away from the crowds. These apples tended to be lower to the ground and didn’t require the extra effort needed when they were higher up in the trees.
One of the more interesting things about this orchard is that it does have things that will keep smaller children occupied. You can pick pumpkins, feed animals and just wander the many acres of dirt roads. If you look carefully at the first picture below, you can see the top of the wooden structure that is in the middle of the corn maze.
Before you leave, I would strongly suggest visiting the bakery, as they had many different types of cakes, cookies, pies, jams and soups that will satisfy just about every taste.

Here are some assorted photos from around the orchard:
I saw her last under the light of summers soft kiss.
Warm and inviting, her embrace was as comforting as it always had been.
Seeing her now, the embrace, although still present and soothing, was now noticeably cooler.
Regardless, my love still flowed freely like water cascading into a calm sea
and the anticipation of the future made me smile.
After the fog has lifted, and after the skies have cleared,
the cool wind, in its infinite simplicity, sweeps in and pushes the pain away.
Floating on the breeze, memories weave in and out, each one maneuvering itself and
fighting for domininace in the dark void of an otherwise bottomless abyss.
Crawling, reaching, crying-each tear shed burns the eye, searing through the milky
lens that protects us from ourselves.
The inner sanctuary, compromised and corrupted, still holds the promise of an existence
worth living, despite a stream of consciousness that otherwise tries to silence us.
New Day
Orange Sunshine
Streaming in the mind’s eye
Awakening reality with
Purpose
Melting
Consciousness basking in a pleasant
Scene reminiscent of
Glowing embers
And love
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