After many frustrating long months,
a short but refreshing Fernwood ( retirement property)
walk was a welcome reprieve.
I found a bit of my soul
I thought had disappeared forever.
I discovered a spirit of clam still possible in my hectic life.
A time in prayer by the creek and my heart lifted
out of a deep pit.
The heady smell of pre-spring forest
sent my body into a reverie of hope.
Side note:
thanks to recent comments.
I'm glad someone besides me gets some enjoyment from this blog!
