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Two Autumns

I got to thinking last night that six months ago I landed into my first days of autumn for 2015.  It was the benefits of landing “down under” in Australia.

How lucky am I that I have in this year, seen fall colors in Australia, Colorado, Tennessee and Georgia.


I Australia, there were beautiful purple flowering trees in the fall.

purple trees in australia

In Colorado, we have the John Deere fall colors of yellow aspens and green pines.

colorado fall colors

In Tennessee, the colors were just starting.

tennessee fall

And had I stayed a few more weeks in Georgia, the wedding photos could have included these colors.

georgia fall

I know it has been a lot of third season photos and talk lately, but really, can there be too much focus on beauty? Besides, this time of year seems so fragile and fleeting that it feels that more time should be focused on observing it.

Autumn is a second spring

Love Sally

The Knife and Two Feathers story gets an edit.

Let me preface this portion by saying that I hadn’t spoken to Beth prior to me sending my story over for an edit.  I had just asked that she clean it up and make it more presentable.  I hadn’t told her about Sun Dance that year yet nor about Jasmine but she clearly understood what my heart had wanted my words to say better.  Here is her edit:

There is a girl named Jasmine. She is a traveler – an explorer – a hiker – a photographer. Her paths have led her to amazing people from all walks of life, and wondrous places of natural beauty. She is gifted in capturing the scenery that surrounds her in photos, but her true magic travels far beyond the footprints she leaves on the trail or the visions she captures through her lens.

Like many people, when given enough time in nature, she reflects. She will pause as a friend, family member or acquaintance suddenly flashes into her conscience. Not always will she even realize that she has used her energy coupled with that of the serenity surrounding her to awaken this special gift. But as she focuses on these people in her life, she passes her own peace to that of her recipient – tuning their energy rhythm to her own, and creating harmony for them from afar. She may not know that the person had a bad day, or a diagnosis, or was struggling silently within. And she will not witness how her reflection blew a calm breath over a friend in need, brought a needed tear to a sister, or a laugh to an acquaintance. All they will ever know is that a renewed peace has settled over them in just the moment they needed it.

One day, on a hike with friends, Jasmine borrowed a knife from another person in her party to obtain some hardened sap from a tree. She recalled suddenly a new friend, Sally, whom she had recently met at a Native American Sundance ritual. She had similarly borrowed Sally’s knife to collect amber from the many coniferous trees surrounding the Sundance grounds. As she continued gathering her current specimens she suddenly noticed two feathers floating near her. So engaged in her collecting and the thoughts of her new friend, she felt quite unsure whether the feathers had gotten caught up on the breeze from the forest floor, or if they had drifted down from the sky in just that moment. For reasons she could not convey, she took a photo of the knife with the two feathers and sent it off to Sally.

What Jasmine could not have known, was Sally’s experience just one year prior. Sally was participating as a supporter in her first Sundance, and as she was walking along one day, two small feathers fluttered out of the sky to land at her feet. Though she could not recall seeing any birds, she gazed upward briefly before bending to pick up the feathers. Given the events of the Festival, she wondered if they would hold special meaning for her one day – but like so many signs in life, it would take time before the feathers revealed their secret.

Thus the realization when she viewed the photo her friend had sent. The young bird who had shed two small feathers for one special person to find, matured to leave two larger ones for the second to happen upon. Linking those friends forever in a shared experience, solidifying the bond they had established, and to remind them of time together well spent.


So now you have both versions of that story and while I thought I might have time to tag on the epilogue, the day is done and my driver and I need to leave for the airport around 3:00 am!  Wish me good flight and hopefully I have time to write in TN.

If not, guest blogs are always welcome.

Thank you Beth for the beautiful version.

Love Sally

Tennessee Trip


Live a Great Story


For the blog, I could not in a short period of time figure out how to create a new page and leave the old ones, so I just changed the page and title.  Hopefully I can go back and figure that out but for now I have selected a photo that my friend sent to me when she visited New Orleans.  It strikes nearly every chord with me.  I believe whole-heartedly in the saying.  I love that it is painted on a public wall as I do believe we should share our stories.  It is not centered in the space it is painted on and that too is a reminder that we mustn’t be perfect in the placement of our thoughts, it is the putting it out there that matters.  There is also some sort of signature scribbled across it as a reminder that people will want to write on our un-centered thoughts too but if the content is good it will shine through.

So onto my next trip we go.  In ten days I leave for Tennessee.


The itinerary is currently changing as the original reason for the trip has been canceled or maybe it was always meant to be this way.

meant to be

I was meaning to go support my cousin in a personal prayerful ceremony taught by and performed in the strictest of Lakota Indian tradition.  I will save that story for another day.

Instead I will visit a friend whom my cousin had invited to another occasion that we both attended and have since forged a pretty incredible friendship.  It is this person that inadvertently got me to this writing that you see.

There are several stories and I hope you’ll stick with me to show you how they unfolded.

Love Betty