Ripples ~ Autumn Light

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Muy Bonita e inspiradora música con guitars.

That was wonderfu,l it is exactly what I would want Autumn to feel and sound like.

Thank you, a positive and lovely accompaniment to an early morning yoga practice.

Wonderful, I really felt the melancholy of change to autumn 🍁

This is just what I was looking for to start my day! It's not so soft as to lull me back to sleep (far too easily done) and yet it gently invites me to flow into the waking world, begin to have ideas, smile & enjoy these quiet moments. I love this track

..can it be, like about 30 minutes longer (*please*). This is a gorgeous tune, thank you

Absolutely beautiful, peaceful, perfectly relaxing.

Really beautiful

Beautiful

Thank you for making this. I love your music.

This was tremendous magic. I don’t even know if that’s a “thing”, but that’s what this is to me. I floated up, and was carried and held with each note and vibration. Absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much. 💖🙏🧚🏻🥹🫂

So beautiful

You’re back!! I’d almost given up in despair of ever seeing you two on here again!! This piece was just lovely. I’ve missed you guys and the way your wonderful music brightens the day, lifting me up and above the gloom. I’m so happy!! 🙏🏽🐾🦋🪶🎵🎶🎼🌿💐💖🍂🍁🪷🤗

Oh My Grace! That was beautiful. Just what my Spirit desired. Simply wonderful 🐠🏊🏼‍♀️🐟💃🏊🏼🙏🏻🌀 Gracias

Beautiful

It's so beautiful. I can be relax and feel positive. Thank you from Japan. Arigatō.

Beautiful. Watching the sunrise to this lovely song. Thank you 🙏🏼

The leaf The breeze lifts and stretches the tip up until there is a slight pull and the connection is broken. For a moment still suspended, there the falling begins. Swirling, twirling, rolling, turning, appearing to spin out of control. Then it gentle touches down to the earth, where it lays, held as the dew and nature start with this... Crumbling, decaying, releasing all that was, back to all. A reoccurring gift. The recycle of energy, a path of rebirth rarely spoken.The leaf The breeze lifts and stretches the tip up until there is a slight pull and the connection is broken. For a moment still suspended, there the falling begins. Swirling, twirling, rolling, turning, appearing to spin out of control. Then it gentle touches down to the earth, where it lays, held as the dew and nature start with this... Crumbling, decaying, releasing all that was, back to all. A reoccurring gift. The recycle of energy, a path of rebirth rarely spoken.