There is a clearing.
I found it most accidentally, yet I knew somehow that it was waiting for me.
The air was crisp and bright where the edge of fall tapped upon summer’s back. I spent the day with the birch tree, gathering her fallen leaves and placing them along her branches’ shadows. One by one, I laid them down in devotion, without a care for the passage of time.
Not even the echoes of the voices I’d grown so identified with followed me there. In their absence, I made the spectacular discovery that I was not left in silence as they’d have me believe, but in a symphony, over which a voice I once loved rose clear and true to mend my heart.
I didn’t notice the sun arc overhead, but the shadows did. They slipped beneath my feet to escape a still warm noon. I giggled as they clamored to find a place to rest. The tree looked on at this display, her dark eyes smiled, and her paper skin, peeling here and there, turned the page.
“You see it, don’t you, Child?” she said to me.
After a while, the shadows woke and resumed their work of painting the world upon the grass, twisting through my fall mosaic and leaving a perfect portrait of me at my feet. Goosebumps told me I must be going, but I dared not leave this place where I could feel the gentle tug on my spirit from the things I used to know. I saw life in the stillness and felt electricity in the air.
“I want to stay,” I told her.
“And yet, you know you must go back.”
“Will I ever return?”
I looked at her, puzzled.
“Trust that you are the way,” she answered before I could speak.
I left as the shadows reached the sky and knocked on the doors of the stars, inviting them to carry on their nightly waltz.
I brought a seed with me and thought of what to do with it. I could plant it or set it on a shelf. Perhaps I shall eat it, I thought. I pictured you then and knew what I must do.
When you greet me at the door, I will press my cheek to yours and whisper in your ear. Then, I will place the seed in your hand, closing your fingers around it. “Meet me there,” I will say.
And when you ask how you will find me, I will reply, “You must trust that you are the way.”
You have the seed. How will you plant it?
*This was an excerpt from Love,Child. Love. and I am so excited to see it coming together! I’ll keep you updated along the way here and in the bits and pieces I’m sharing on Facebook and Instagram. Follow along and share!
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