Glimpses

The journey had got to a point that the level of noise reached its peak.

Perhaps I experienced it before, the after wave of moving.

The intensity of major new beginnings and their intersection present in my soul.

The time was right for silence.

Focusing on what went on in the deep end of the inner dialogue.

Guilt offered to accompany me all the way, as I shut the door in front of its long interfering nose.

For the authentic discussion to flow between you and me, I knew I needed to first connect with the newest version of myself.

She had remembered things new and ancient.

The glimpses of what she held dear to her transparent soul.

.f a m i l y.

Her family was ever growing in skills of using an ax to chop firewood.

Huge, nearly rotten tree trunks were falling on her land left and right.

They had hired a decades trained professional to cut them so they would eventually still have their house standing.

Some tallest ones grew so near that she imagined nights in a tent while the falling started.

Now they connected as a family in the outdoors while chopping went on and on and on.

.h i k i n g  w  n a l a.

Hiking was her long forgotten secret dream.

Raising up her huge puppy challenged her skills now in a training group while she gathered each time her inner peace and courage on the go.

When her over energetic puppy would be old enough she could train her to hike with her.

Twenty kilometers of wilderness winding along in her mind's eyes.

.g a r d e n.

Garden healing her soul she tended the soil, innerly crying for her deer eaten roses.

When the soil was healthy, growth for the plants would follow in their season.

Perhaps our deer alert puppy inside and the now grown fox puppies outside had scared the flower graving forest creatures away from our land.

Since, one day her over-and-over-again-eaten dahlias finally bloomed.