Ruth Spiller

Nothing prepares you for the awesome feeling arising from connecting with Nature. It creates a feeling of belonging, raises your spirits, and soothes anxiety like nothing else.

There is Autumn in the air I feel Finding a portal for Winter in diamonds Diamonds floating around my head Falling on the ground Melting and morphing Into tiny pools of water Reflecting the earth below Shining as light sparkles off their being’s design And Where did I come from? How did I arrive here? Where is the last portal? The next? Lost in a world of falling diamonds Wondering how I missed the Autumn air The molting trees The rich smell of wet earth Still retaining summe

Broken bones lying on the ground Broken promises lying all around Broken walk, broken talk, broken mind All great expectations left behind Under bridges broken Not a subway token Piece of time Wandering Crawling through this strange landscape I begin to feel moss Beneath my skin Moist and soft Creeping into my pores Through muscles Reaching bones Mending with being still With only will Weaving intricate patterns Anew Mending and sending Spirals Connecting to pathways Too smal

Upon waking, and sorting out the meaning of a dream, reading its metaphors, sensing my feelings, sometimes, I realize an answer to something I thought elusive. Sometimes, I realize that I needed only to rest.

Today, I was thinking as I wrapped a towel around my wet hair, and looked into my closet for something to wear, I have old clothes, and new dreams. My old clothes still fit, and the colors are right for Fall, mostly burgundy and shades of gray and black. I got rid of all my pastel colors a long time back. Only white remains as contrast. How long will this color palette last? I have new dreams that move forward and embrace the creative process. Dreams, it seems seep into