The maiden of Summer.

The maiden of Summer…

Was a beautiful late June day and I walking in the early morning in the lake St. Clair.

My bare feet enjoyed the coldness of the morning lake.

The maiden of Summer blessed my face with a warm sun. I accepted the sun-kiss

with pleasure and happiness.

I adored the dancing flower, the full trees reaching for the sky and the dancing waves of the lake. I loved watching his grandchildren run into the lake. Their laughter and tomfoolery make the

old man smile.

I taught his grandchildren. Be kind to everyone. Everyday, do something you love. 

Life is today, make this your best day ever.

I whispered to the Goddess of the lake. The worst thing we can do. Is to kill someone hope, to take away someone dreams. To bury someone with anger and unkind words. We must be gentle with our friends and family.

Love is never meanness, love is never braking another spirit.

True love is when love become more kinder, love become more gentle.

Never fall in love with a angry person. Some people cannot know love.

They love chaos and ownership.

Love is never owned. Love is a gift. 

Love isn’t chaos. Love is safe place to rest and being happy.

Happy November my friends.

I hope you can find the sea, I hope you can find the lake.

I hope you can hear the laughter of the children.

Coyote