Faeries Dancing
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Hello friends, On a walk in the soft rain of the atmospheric river that just arrived to the Pacific Northwest, I saw two small maple trees whose leaves had already turned orange-red. Some of the maples in the neighborhood are still green, or just turning yellow, but these two were in full autumnal celebration mode. So, of course I walked across the street to get a closer look. When I looked up, I was delighted at the display. The leaves looked like ethereal dancers, turning this way and that, as the rain pattered on their broad, upturned palms. And there it was: a bit of magic. Stop doom scrolling. Yes, we need to keep up on the news so we are better prepared to help each other out. But we don’t need the constant influx of outrage into our brains at all hours of the day. Life is hard enough without jacking up our nervous systems by pressing the stimulation button every thirty seconds. There are faeries dancing in the sky! When we pause long enough to take a breath, we just might see them. When we pause long enough to take a breath, we see each other. We see the beauty in the world. We remember what a gift it is to be alive. In doing so, we not only make our own lives better, we allow ourselves space to rest, strengthen, and grow. That enables us to help in the ways we best know how. Constant stress eventually wears us down, finally breaking us, so we cannot show up for anyone, even in times of dire need. So today, I hope you take a breath. I hope you remember to notice small moments of magic. Speaking of magic, over on my Patreon, I cooked up a sigil of plenty and protection along with an explanation. Our communities need a bit of both plenty and protection right now. I made that post free, and hope you check it out and share it with a friend. Best wishes — Thorn Also: Thank you to everyone who supported my magical Kickstarter! It closed successfully last night. Late pledges are open for a limited time.
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T. Thorn Coyle
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