Sunday, October 12, 2014


Rainbow across my field and front yard, Peacham Vermont_10.9.2014

Dearest Readers,
Autumn in Vermont has a soul that lures me into the landscape. Nature has become my religion. Long walks and quiet contemplations outdoors with Etta (my dog) are conduits for soulful leaps of internal joy and existential soaring. The mysteries of a maple forest, expanses of shocking sky-scapes and silent meditations by Martin’s Pond here in Peacham Vermont transport me to bliss. It’s like Mardi-Gras before Lent. Gaudeamus Igitur before the snows begin to fly. Leaves fall.  Vistas open up and suddenly I'm connected to something much bigger than myself.

Etta and I explore a forest of young maples_Peacham Vt_10.8.2014
Setting sun in the trees outside my front window near Hapenny Rd in Peacham Vt_10.9.2014

Etta at Martin's Pond with setting sun_Peacham Vt_10/7/2014
My wine, cheese, bread and peanut butter at Martins's Pond in Peacham (Some for Etta too)
Final sun at Martin's Pond_Peacham Vt_10.7.2014