Long Summer Walks and Scrying Bowls

 This Sunday my family and I took a long walk on the public nature trail in our little resort town. The sun was shining and the sky was such a bright blue we simply had to be outside.
 Here's the thing about the end of summer. I love it. I love it because it means Autumn is right around the corner. Autumn is my favorite season, summer is most definitely not. There's something about the melancholy of the end of the warm season in New Hampshire that makes me feel rejuvenated and gloriously alive.
 Our walk was long and blissfully quiet. Little One fell asleep after only a few minutes and Husband and I allowed ourselves to simply walk without needing to talk or unburden ourselves with trivial, mundane concerns. I found myself falling deeply in love with the woodland and swamp that line the natural trail, and yearning to step off of the safe path and venture deep into the unknown woods, talking to the trees and the stones, exploring the undergrowth and allowing the wind to inform me of the next step to take.
 I did not do this.
 And I had to ask myself as I was walking sedately home on the safe trail why I did not. In fact I think the trees asked me this question softly and with a long sigh. Remember when you were little and you could get  lost in the woods behind your house for an entire day, away from everything with only your brother for company? Remember the joy of being free and daring?
 When I got home and I had not listened to the trees I felt the disappointment grow deeper inside of me.
Yet, I think I had to feel that disappointment to find the strength to know that next Sunday I will step off of the beaten path and let the forest decide where my feet will go.
The beautiful thing about my spiritual path is that even with the disappointment i felt within myself, there was still the joy of communion with nature beings and getting lost within the realms.
Here are a group of stones and trees that decided to grow together discovered on our walk:


On Saturday at work I had the joy of being gifted an incredible scrying bowl created by master artist Sally Cornwell of Sky Song Pottery and Winnipesaukee Chocolates( http://www.winnipesaukeechocolates.com/. I have been searching for the perfect scrying bowl for over two years and as soon as she placed this beautiful bowl in my hands I knew she had found me at last. I am so excited to begin working with my intuition in this new way and will share this journey with you all. Here is the bowl on my sacred space altar:


May the Dark of the Moon open your eyes, and help you walk your path boldly.