La Bona Dea's Journal of Everyday Magic

Storytelling which touches the heart and awakens the soul

Whisperings . . . and a grasshopper

Fall at Squaw

Looking up toward the sky, the glimmering leaves of fall have arrived –

“Let go,” they whisper in the breeze. . .”It’s time.”

I did a little ritual today where I crossed a bridge and I left my past behind me. Yesterday and today I saw a grasshopper. . . whatever can this message be? Well the same one I got eight years ago, but it’s good to be reminded, validated, and assured.

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