The sky is a blue winter blanket. Winter blanket when it is almost summer. Thoughts of coming attractions. The 4th of July is around the corner. After that, I imagine fall. Fall is a state of mind. I revel in it, I am at peace with it. The cooling weather sweaters and hats. I enjoy hats. I have since I was a kid. The sock hats or navy caps of my youth left something to be desired. I wanted a hat with character for a character. I wanted to be set apart, hats do just that. I despise being pigeonholed. I wish not to be understood by a job or words; I prefer to be a bit of a mystery.

Faith is a state of mind. I wear it like a favorite hat. It is comfortable and easy. Not grievous nor with a requirement for self-flagellation. A way of life and being in the world. I rarely am conscious of faith; it is with me all the time. Folks who question Faith’s existence, Faith and I laugh about on my Wood’s Walks. When you meet Faith, you will not let Faith go far from you. Faith is there in the hard times. The times you do not like yourself, Faith likes you.

In the quiet times of the soul, Faith brings her friend Wisdom. Now, Wisdom is a patient, kind sort. Never nervous or suffering from anxiety. Wisdom waits quietly, watches, and finds the right answer for the malady of the heart. When wisdom speaks, people listen. Wisdom waits for everyone to talk, then offers a few sage words. Wisdom is clothed in humility. Never brags nor boasts. Wisdom’s words are life apples of gold in pictures of silver.

Of course, the trio is not complete without Sense Of Place. Sense of Place is often seen with Faith and Wisdom. Faith and Wisdom are a good place for SOP. SOP is at peace wherever he is. He is never looking for what he does not have. Sense of Place is grateful for where he is. When stormy thoughts try to enter, SOP is there with contentment.