In the midst of the woods, at the top of a hill
Worthy of the climb--the path littered with aged roots demanded downcast eyes
Ceasing the progress--it was the quiet rustlings of scurring critters, the dance of light amidst the colours...the solo-ness of the moment that gave for the dismissal of things unimportant.
I thought it fitting--the compass in stone.
It's not that I was lost.
It was a matter of direction....of which direction next.....
4 comments:
Beautiful words!
Beautiful images!
"the solo-ness of the moment that gave for the dismissal of things unimportant."
I LOVE THAT!
X
I do think serendiptious signals are always around to help point us where we need to be. We just have to be open to seeing them sometimes rather than charging around with our blind heads on hither and thither only thinking and not feeling.
Good luck with your choice making
xx
you are surrounded by so much beauty
X
Ohhh.
Magical.
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