Nature

When we moved back to Texas, we were blessed with renting a small cottage. It is a beautiful little house. It is really, too small for what we want, but it is a gorgeous little home for now. It has a small fireplace, which we have yet to get wood for, but it gives me hope each time I see it. I plan to buy logs for Yule and have popcorn in front of it with my husband.

It is little things like this that seem to have eluded me for years. Maybe it was returning home and rightfully claiming I am a Witch, or maybe it is having little money, and no TV. But I am noticing Nature more and more.

Being a Natural Witch, to me, means forging your own Path. It also means appreciating the Nature around you.

When we lived here last time, I considered this place void of Nature, and felt that I was being crushed in Spirit.

This time, I am finding many beautiful Nature sights and sounds around me. Perhaps I have opened up to it, or perhaps it is returning in force, even to this barren land.

Yesterday I saw a squirrel perched on my neighbour's house. He looked like a weather vane, pointing towards the North. He calmly ate his nut while I laughed and called out to him how adorable he was.

Last week, I noticed some trees were bright orange-red with fall leaves. They stood in a pond created by the latest rains. It was Nature at the height of Autumn beauty.

I plan to go down to the lake at some point and view the turning of the wheel there. I know it must be beautiful, too.

Because my job is at night, I get to see the sunrise most mornings. It has been a giant red Autumn jewel most times. And I often pause to look at it. It is little wonder that our ancestors worshiped the sun and moon. They are a wonder unto themselves.

I know I am not being as eloquent in this post as I would like, but I have been quite sick, and am still getting over the bronchitis and subsequent cold.