Beside a Creek


She slid her hand into the stream, running the tips of her fingers over the mossy stone.

She listened to the song that the wind and the trees made, closing her eyes so that she could really hear the words.

She moved over, into the deeper shade, the place where it was cooler, and darker, and a little bit mysterious.

She slipped lightly into that space where her awareness deepened, encompassed, grew.

And then she just was.

Picture found here.


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