Home . Not a place on the map .
Home . A place to store the fears ,
Home . Aches relieved .
Home. A broken heart healed .
recall , in a swiftly passing moment , what we had known to be sacred . Looking to the moon or
placing the palm of a hand against a tree, it is then the glimpses of completeness come . And when my
heart pulls me to the shores of the sea I am calmed and set free .
The Mysteries of the forest began opening up . revealing marvelous bits of life . Beautiful ,
winged creatures flying between the trees while vibrantly decorated butterflies danced amongst
the sleeping rocks . The songs of the forest coming together like a chorus .
As she walked her awareness of the unique harmony of forest life expanded
and felt it as an invitation to delve deeper into understanding herself as well . oooh just then…
she caught a glimpse of a Red Robin on the path .