The Bee Post

   Then they stretched towards me their fine, transparent, rosy wings.  “You know what breaks me, when someone is visibly excited about a feeling or an idea or a hope or a risk taken, and they tell you about it but preface it with: “Sorry, this is dumb but-.”Don’t do that.  I don’t know who came here before me, or who conditioned you to think you had to apologize or feel obtuse. But not here.  Dreams so big it’s silly. Laugh so hard it’s obnoxious. Love so much it’s impossible. And don’t you ever feel unintelligent. And don’t you ever apologize.  And don’t you ever shrink so you can squeeze yourself into small places and small minds. Grow.  It’s a big world.  You fit. I promise.” ~ Owen Lindley

It’s sweet November and her ghosts lie quietly there.  I think I love November most of all.  I said that about September too so it must be true.  “In the chilly season, when the air grows cold and the spiders die, comes a thin time. The days are short, so all the light of them is concentrated, squeezed between the dawn and dark.    This is why the light is different, and each thing has a Shadow. This is when the other worlds draw close, and the barriers between grow thin.    In a thin time, they say, you must be careful, because you might walk through a cobweb unthinking, and find yourself Elsewhere.”  ~ Master Raymond (dg)