The goddess of green things lives here.  Yet Neptune has this day in a standstill hold with white mist throughout the field and forest.  The spirit must lead and my eyes to trust the crunch of the gravel on the path.  My ears now hear more deeply the sweet songs of small birds.  I settle in to savor the sounds of nature often eclipsed by sight.

I yield to all that I think I know to the gnosis of silence and mist.