My dearest friend and her lovely thoughts….
Part of my job description is to visit and bless all fresh water springs. This is not something someone tells me to do but something deep in my heart that I need to do because it calls to me. This has been my way since I can remember, to wander in the forest, walk the high mountain trails, to listen to the wind that softly whispers which makes the mighty trees sigh. This is my world. This is what feeds the depth of my soul. It is my class room where I learn from the tiny flower whose star like center reflect the very heavens in the sky. It is the dew drops that are like jewels on a diamond bracelet of Mother Nature.
I listen to the winter wind that blows through the cracks in the window and she teaches me of how storms clear way the dead wood…
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