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🍁For the Love of Autumn🍁

Autumn is one of my favourite times of year because it's full of changes and there's something magical in the air. In appreciation of the season, I've created this list of gratitude!

Fresh, cool air

Crows cawing

Fully stocked Farmer's Markets

Cool rain

Warm sweaters and chunky boots

Comforting food and drinks, especially sharing it with friends and family, so hygge

Picnics by a fire

Slowing down

Baking treats

Fantastic smelling candles

Leaves falling down like snow

Darker evenings to see the moon and stars

Scary movie time

Hot baths

Time to reflect

Traveling with less crowds

Squeezing outdoor activities before the snow comes

What are you grateful for this magical autumn season?

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Giants in the neighborhood #jasper #forest #nature #adventure #alberta #canada #wanderlust #camping

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Camping in the mountains & blue skies!

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White Abyss

The heavens descend upon all life, Each second Earth is less a home. The creatures of habit, immobilized, And they call it The Great Snow.

This is our white abyss, And it is here to stay.

We were once the hub of civilization, Now desolation around each turn. A haunting howl with no origin, The dry, cold air does burn.

This is our white abyss.

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The Forest

There is a place hidden far away, Where the cool, earthy smells come alive. Beams of light poke past branches, And deep shadows, under leaves, thrive.

Far echos of wildlife ricochet off bark; Through petals, a slight wind lingers. But one footstep on the mossy ground Is absorbed; a sweet whisper.

An ancient Redwood is the main provider For barnacle like fungus. The crawling insects have quite a buffet And the moss will be the compass.

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The Skirt

Pretty Cute Sexy

Too pretty Too cute Too sexy

Weak Stupid Provocative

Femininity Fear Freedom

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No. 10

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Simple

Simplicity is peace, love; It’s being satisfied with life At exactly this moment.

Simplicity is cleansing thoughts And possessions from Daily accumulation.

Simplicity is accepting others, In your bubble, as well As those on the outside.

It could all be so simple.

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Good Morning This morning as I got up, my mind began the process of listing what I need to take care of.

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Fidget

Hands search for busy work As anxiety builds. Eyes darting, who’s there? Paranoia consumes. Stand up, no… sit down. The self has no purpose.

A teething child gnaws fingers And moist palms fumble The acrobatic pen. Feet a distant bassline to Thoughts leaving A hyperactive mind.

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No. 07

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Unfocused

Eyes unfocused Thoughts elsewhere So many projects I yearn to do

I can’t get out Invisible forces Paralyse my body And I’m helpless

An infinite countdown That doesn’t stop Until I become of age Or am found dead

I need to speed up Time in my mind Images of life Takes away the grey

To entertain and calm Nerves on the edge An impermanent solution Till the counter ends

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Spot on the Ceiling

Spot on the Ceiling

Is that a fly on the ceiling Or are my eyes deceiving my brain? Could it be a hole… a black hole Carrying extraordinary mass?

I feel it pull me closer, closer Until I am contained in the nothingness. There is no escape Just me and the darkness…

I’m pretty sure there’s a hole in the ceiling.

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In the Evening

This evening find me in the backyard Absorbing the melody of smooth, smooth jazz, A special compliment to my mood. Twilight will approach and as this Day ends, I will be restored. The small chirp of crickets and crack of fire Is no better soundtrack to this summer. As the sun goes down my skin becomes cool to touch, but inside I stay warm. Evenings are in perfect balance; Light with dark, warm but…

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Time

Why does time feel different in each moment? It can drag painfully on, Or can turn to memories so fast. As kids time would never end, With new wonders to explore each day. As we’ve grown, the years are familiar cycles; The strongest memories a measure of time. It’s surprising how time alters on us, We must grab hold of it while we can!

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