Autumnmoon is a woman aging gracefully, in her early 50’s, divorced………moonlight and candlelight are kind. She writes when she should be doing other things…….a hopeless (or hopeful) romantic, she still believes that love can find her again someday and she waits for his arrival.
She cherishes the silence of the night and loves to hear crickets or the sound of water as she types into the night…….
The sound of silence….. when the world is quiet enough to hear the crickets and the animals of the night as they roam their world…..racoons, possum, nightengales, …….the rain hitting against my window …….the wind chimes blowing…… or waves lapping against the shore…….it is in this world that my muse appears and that I find peace.
I am a woman aging gracefully, my children are grown and almost on their own…….now is my time for reflection…and so it begins.
beautiful words Autumnmoon
so happy you visited.
you speak of love and of the stillness that restores images back to words and ….
gone,
shakir
Hi there….I was told you were sent my journal (2081).
I am looking for an update on its whereabouts….could you tell me if you received it/sent it along?
Please reply via email.
Thank you!