Mother Nature speaks with many voices. I can hear her best in still, quiet places, beside streams, in the woods or meadows, or raising her voice during a thunderstorm. Twilight is a special time when the membrane between the invisible world and the visible becomes very thin. Sounds take on a special significance. The air vibrates with small whispers - nocturnal creatures are stirring, birds are winging their way to roosting places, a rustling squirrel sounds like an elephant! You can feel a presence there beside you and your heart opens, wanting to communicate, wanting to share. The sky is streaked with purple and a few last tinges of pink as the darkness falls. Ah, the sadness! Words won't do, feelings arise and float off into the dusk - to go....where? Are there others beyond the veil, watching and waiting? Do they share our feelings? I feel sure they are there. So I let my heart speak to them and hope that they hear. And I try to hear them. Sometimes it seems I do. Thoughts come unbidden, thoughts I would never have thought of myself! What a strange and wonderful world we live in, and how rich is the life around us, both seen and unseen.
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