For this year’s entry, I started with a photo I took of a mountain stream and added the stars as an overlay. They could be reflecting from the sky or just something in the stream. Anything’s possible in the Stream of Consciousness!
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When I was 12, I loved to roam through the woods.
Sometimes, I’d travel with other “tomboys.”
That’s what my mom called us.
It was a term of endearment.
Other times, I was lucky enough
to have a dog as my companion.
Rarely, I went by myself.
It was the 60’s and Mom didn’t worry about me
going off by myself for hours.
I followed some paths made by humans
and narrow trails made by deer.
I studied their tracks
and those of a racoon or possum.
Every now and then, I found their bones
And brought them home like treasures.
Once I almost stepped on a big grey snake
as it slithered away from me
to hide in the protective undergrowth.
One spring day,
I walked deep into the woods.
Alone.
I’d be afraid to go alone today,
but back then, I reveled in the solitude,
taking communion from the trees.
I came to a small stream
Offering up a bed of moss
large enough to spread out on if I wanted to.
The sun fell just right across the green carpet
while the stream itself was shaded by slender branches.
I can almost remember weeping willow tresses
hanging over the stream
from the opposite side.
I lie on my stomach
prop up on elbows
and look into the water as it flows
around stones and over pebbles.
I dip my fingers into the stream
and taste its coolness,
Feel the sun on my back and legs,
I rest my head on the soft moss,
Stretch my arms out on the carpet
Palms open to the earth
and close my eyes.
One ear listens to the hum of insects
The other to the hum of the earth.
I believe I could stay here forever.
Earth day is April 22. But the earth deserves more than one day. So, here at Anything is Possible, I declare the month of April, Earth month!
For the month of April, I plan to write about the earth.
(I found the top and bottom photos on pixabay. They remind me of dreams and memories. The one of rocks in the stream was taken in Connecticut.)
The stream of consciousness flows
around rocks and fallen trees,
looking at first
for the path of least resistance
but over time
creating new pathways.
Every now and then
we get caught
in whirlpools,
spinning in what ifs,
chasing our tails
until we find our way
back to the stream
and the journey continues
with more questions.
God, give us peace
to rest in quiet pools,
basking in the golden sun
of Indian summer.
Help us let go,
to breathe
the breath
of your love…
…until we hear a whisper.
A still small voice
guides us forward
to the next adventure.
This post was inspired by Harlon at http://apatientvoice.com/
I started it a while back, and then put it aside to marinate.
Questions swirl around my life lately.
Adventure comes!
(The second and fourth images are from pixabay. The first and third are from me.)
