Winds Of Change

On the edge of the desert..

there's a lonely tree standing alone facing vast lake, that's my Amber companion's final resting place.

I see him whenever I gaze at the horizon, I feel him when the desert wind blows and I hear him in the rustling of palm tree branches. All what's left are memories and that solace I found in nature which I hope in time will be enough to sooth the spike of his departure.

Out in the Desert,

past the Lake

glows an Amber light

Three white butterflies,

land softly

Tender words and gentle lines, a tribute from friend blogger Ramona Felse

And a quite moment of remembering, a dedication from Terri Windling to the memory of my Amber companion.

I want to say thank you for all the heartfelt warmth I received from all of you lovely people.. saying thank you seems inadequate, but I mean it.

I have watched a dark sand storm take over peaceful blue skies

and suddenly the view has changed.

I find myself standing alone at the end of a chapter in my life. But I have learned that wherever there is an ending there is always a beginning.

  I embrace the change and start my first step into this new beginning and this new path.

All things pass and something new and wonderful is always beginning.

On this note I shall leave you with a snippets of the heavenly creature that conquered my imagination and the pages of my sketchbook, shyly glancing, impatiently awaiting to come forth with a tale in it's tail.

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