Along the river we walked as night fell.
Slowly this spring evening.
My prayer thought went:
The earth as anchor,
The river as spirit,
The trees growing towards the light.
This river, which is behind our home, comes from a natural source and runs toward the sea.
Though myth has it the river was created by Mary Madeleine's tears.
Since I heard of that, the river has taken on new meaning.
Symbolic meaning speaks a truth to those who listen.
... at the altar of nature and Mary's tears I set myself free.
Dream catcher deep in the woods.
Weaving dreams together:
Queen Ann's lace grows wildly along the riverside,
A gentle texture; As an angel's breath, whispering ever so softly.
Certainly to the unknown, or should I say, "To the unseen fairies dance underneath."
Oh I forgot to mention... myth has it that fairies live along this river too.
An old, a very old, stone foot bridge.
Connecting one side to another.
There is a wire fence on the other side.
The other day I went for a walk with two little neighbor boys (8 and 10), they begged, "Come on let's hop over the fence and go to the other side."
They forgot that I was an adult... "Come on we'll hold the wire down!"
They hopped over like deers, and then kindly they held their small hands out towards me.
Foregoing reason, and rules I took a leap a faith... my inner child ran forth.
My favorite spot.
A child merging from the tree.
Do you see her?
Where does your inner child run free?
Sweet divine path.
Leads to no wrong.
Carrying you to wherever you want to go.
No questions asked, no answers given... just letting you take the steps.
Leaving behind, as you are, moving forward... past-present-future,
One step after another.
As night fell... we walked back as one.