Her first appearance was nothing but a fleeting glimpse. A rustling branch. A white tail bobbing in the distance. A blurr. I remember imagining - that she was my mother's spirit returning. Here. And there. One minute - present...and - not.
The next time she showed herself - she was nothing but a vision. Distant and far away and deep in the winter woods. Perhaps - she'd returned for just one moment. At the time - I believed she'd returned to remind me of all that I am...and the strength that I have within. I hoped that she was still with me. Somewhere. If not here. If not now. If not this day.
It's been cold....long....white. It's been full and yet - empty. I've been missing her presence. I've been missing the sound of her voice.
Today - she re-appeared. She didn't blink. She didn't move a single muscle. She simply stopped and stared. She looked right at me - surprised. As if it were me who had disappeared....and not she.
Maybe - she'd been hiding? Maybe - I have? Maybe - our meeting this morning was chance? Maybe - it was the universe speaking? Maybe - there is a plan?
It was a gift. It was a moment. She came. She went. I know - she'll return. I know - I will.
This morning - I thought myself lucky...I'm forever grateful.
Grateful for the changing landscape and all of its gifts. Grateful to be here. To be here now. To have strong legs to carry me...and eyes to see...and a heart that feels - even if and especially when it aches and breaks.
We - she and me together...and so far apart - survived our first long cold season of endless winter.
Definitely - an unexpected encounter in this quiet early morning....on this March day.
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