Wednesday, March 21, 2012

the urge...

i got a wicked urge to just get in the car and drive to the cape...go to the cedar swamp and sit in silence...listen to the peepers and if the wind is at it then to hear the trees creak like old bones...there is no time in the swamp though the light does climb in and out...time stays outside waiting to catch back up with you...even the birds hush themselves and sing softer tunes...

the swamp is a sacred place...it holds protective spirits and is the calm flow of a fertile mother...the waters hold secrets that whisper on the wings of dragonflies...the moss and lichen are the words spoken in a rich green language of touch...i fall to my knees there and know i am not only welcomed but i am home...

i need to be there...i need to get there somehow...even if it is only in my mind tonight...but i truly want to stand there soon...and simply breath and feel the cool calming touch of this most blessed place...  



so i will journey in my dreams ...it is a good night to fly and let myself take in the healing the pools of water offers to creatures who dare to wade in...

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