Sprites and Pixies


in the dim light of twilight the creek bank twinkled with emerald green ¬†specks of light. Everywhere the low light of my headlamp went glistened with the magic little lights. Pixies? Sprites? The Irish earth spirits? It was magical to see. As I got closer and closer, I could see the magical little creatures. Tiny little spiders spaced out every few inches. Hunting I presume. I was surprised to find that it was spiders’ eyes making the beautiful sparkling green lights. There is magic in creation, and beauty.



Do you want to sleep allot? I seem to be sleepy all the time. I just want to lay down. It is the only time my brain shuts up. Sleep. A rest from the mental clutter I’ve had lately. Like an introvert in a crowd of talking people. My mind gets so noisy I just want to scream “shut up!” How to find a quiet place.