Dreaming silly stories on beautiful autumnal days

It is that time of the year!.... yes yes, time to dream, imagine and become some sorts of a lost novelist of silly, spooky stories of mysterious woods and enchanted gardens! 

Oh yes, it happens every year.  Something in me, a sorts of excitement and delicious joyfulness take over me changing me into someone different.  I guess is something to do with the gloriousness of autumn all around... all that excitement hanging from naked tree branches and crimsoned leaves, the pure, crisp air of lovely mornings and singing winds, the lonesome woods coming alive with voices unknown, and the joy of warm scarves and boots.  The entire world covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon all around!  Do you feel the same way I do?  I know you do!  We share so much in common!

There, behind our gardens, there lives an old crone.  In and out she comes and goes as she pleases... On certain magical evenings, just before the sun goes down, I can see her from my window collecting twigs from the woods... always absorbed in the invisible; dreaming a dream that never begins nor ends... cause, well, that's just how she is...

 

Oh, do you see what I see?  The barrier between the worlds has turned whisper-thin, magic, old magic, sings its heady and sweet songs, and the witches are returning home...

Oh yes my dears, I'm finally home after another weekend out, and ready to enjoy our little white cottage for a few more weeks before soaring the skies again.  And the sun has taken a step back, and the leaves are lulling themselves to sleep and the glories of autumn have awakened the entire land. The inside of our little cottage feels delightfully cozy and the feeling I get there are the same I get when I'm outside... happiness, delight, anticipation and a tremendous love for life.    

I can hardly wait to start decorating for the holidays, already talking about bringing in all the Christmas decorations, and buying those little lighted Christmas trees I saw the other day to embellish our front door.  Of course, I'm adding more little lights to my windows for some extra enchantment...

I found the cutest teacups this weekend.  The old crone who lives in my forest has asked me if she could borrow them for her Moon Tea.  Rose petals, yarrow and strawberry leaf.  "All plants belonging to Venus", she says.  She wants the moon to vivify the heart healing, beautifying and protective energies of her herbs, so she's letting her herbs infused into water under the cooler, night time moon beams to charge and infuse, allowing the deeper and more intuitive vibrations of each plant to shine. 

"It really is a lovely thing", she added with a deep, creepy cackle of witches... "just add herbs to water in a clean vessel and let the moon shine upon it for as long as possible".  She explained that when she makes moon tea, she gets up early to collect it from outside before the sun can hit it. "This is a very important part of the process for me, it must not be touched by the sun after the moon charges it."  

Now, I don't know about you, but I want nothing to do with any witches' waters.  For I am a daughter of the Sun, and have nothing to do with the moon, except for writing poems and pretty things about it... plus, I've already mentioned how on those lovely, magical days of autumn I become some sorts of a lost novelist of silly stories, so I hope you don't mind my silliness and think I may favor the dark in any way, cause I just don't.  K?  ;)

Starting tomorrow, I will be spending my days in my lovely autumnal garden, dreaming, dancing, singing and becoming one with my surroundings... 

I hope you enjoy every moment of your life, wherever you are...  oh, and dare to look within yourself, make your own rules, be happy and never forget to be free.  Be the beautiful you, that you are! See you all soon!