I imagine - at times - that the spirit returns in ways unexpected.
Today - she appeared deep in the forested woods....blanketed in the warmth of the snow falling.
It's cold. It's winter. How is it that she's out here all alone? How is she surviving?
Be still - I thought. Be quiet. Listen. There's a reason. She must have shown up here to remind me.
To be kind.
To balance strength with agility and grace.
To meet fear with a patient...gentle...ever-knowing...unwavering gaze.
To step forward boldly and bravely when the trail is clear and free.
To step back and silently away - when danger is lurking.
To know and understand the difference.
To follow my path. To believe in my heart. To hold near and dear - my childlike innocence. To live this one precious gift of my life to its fullest.
I imagine - at times - a wordless conversation.
And then - I wake from it all.
Was I imagining? Or - was I dreaming?