A true friend understands the darkness.

They do not hand you a flashlight to light you way.

They take your hand and walk beside you until the light returns.

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(¸.•´ (¸.•` ☼There is nothing more magical than a walk around the lake at dawn. The morning chill whispers over the warm ground coaxing a thin mist to cling. The moon sets off rainbows that dance in the mist until the sun god rises and replaces the earth with crystals of dew.

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(¸.★´ (¸.★` ★ Fall; when the mist reminds us that the veil is thinning. The sunsets and sunrises are a burst of vivid purples slashed with orange and gold light. The smell of sweet earth preparing for sleep. Fall vegetables and apple cider flavor our pallets, and the air feels crisp with moments of warm sun tingling on our skin. Fall awakes all our senses. °*”˜ƸӜƷ˜”*°

Some days, I am overcome by the love

The pure love that I have for my son
It is like no other feeling in the world

To capture this feeling; bottle it, contain it

But children are not for keeps
We only borrow them for a short time

I remember when his laugh was contagious

It captured you, and it pulled you in
You could feel the joy that was within

To give it back to him now

He was pure and innocent
I would give my life to bring him peace

Please know, that even in the darkest hours

When you feel the most alone

That I am near

We may not be lovers

But your friendship

Is something I always hold dear

You are never alone my friend

I know you cry out in the dark

Reaching for that dream

That reality and time never seem to mend

Stand tall in the rising sun

Feel the warmth of my love

I will never let you down

Raising a child is a choice

We choose what to do during our pregnancy
We choose how to birth our child
We choose how to feed and nurture them
We choose how to guide them as they grow

So many choices  
       Hundreds
              Thousands
                 Millions Of choices

But the end
Our child becomes a free thinker
They set forth on the path of their choice

Yet we still have choices
We can choose to stand beside him
We can choose to support them
We can choose to help them when they stumble
       Or
            We can choose
                  To let
                         Them
                                    Fall

Lammas the Life and the Death of the Corn King

Fields of wheat sway in the breeze

Beneath the golden waning sun

First harvest has begun

Gardens now bursting with lush fruit

Bees fill their hives with liquid gold

The story of the corn king now is told