A song unheard by my ears
Called to my being
and invited me closer.
My friends would wait
As I walked toward the mounds
through itchy grass
wondering what bugs I might disturb
To nibble my ankles
And thinking sneakers
would have been better than sandals.
But I had not known the song would call me.
They told me it was okay
not to come all the way
Because I was close enough
To feel the song.
They met me halfway
And I felt the energy of their spirits
like a soft breeze
that raised the hair on my arms
yet the air was still.
I danced to the spirit song
unheard by my ears
And for a moment,
I was free of the world.
∞ ∞ ∞
As I was about to leave the site of the Pharr Mounds, I spied a dragon fly:
It did not fly away as we got close, and I wondered if it was injured
or just reminding me to be still.
Then, as we headed to the car, I found a single butterfly wing in the parking lot.
A gift to help me remember my freedom.
My visit to the Pharr Mounds showed me that I do not have to work so hard to receive gifts. As our bodies slow, our awareness grows, and our spirits are more easily lifted.
I only saw a small portion of the Natchez Trace. Just enough to wet my appetite. Next time, I’ll bring sneakers.