I bow my head when I pray and raise my hands as I rejoice and give thanks.
I am not ashamed to say I believe in the light that seems to be just beyond the setting sun. I remember when it was a dot of light that didn’t seem to always be there. Now when I walk down the dirt road I walk a little slower knowing that the light is brilliant and I feel the pull it has on me.
I don’t attend church much anymore as I now feel God in the quiet of a forgotten place deep in the forest. I feel my spirit tingling when I hear the morning birds singing or the sound of the wind blowing through the trees deep in the forest and my heart feels full knowing that this is God talking.
On a back road that is almost overgrown I found a deserted church and I wondered where the people had gone. I can feel the stories and hear the spirits whisper, asking why they were abandoned, forgotten, and left behind. Some say there are ghost but I know that they are real and live on the other side of the thin veil. I have felt their touch often and have heard a sad weeping and they are hoping to see others that still have not crossed.
I know that angles have guided my life nudging me down the right path and keeping me safe from the darkness that pulls on me at times. They bring us here as newborn babies and then guide us to keep on the path of light and in the end they will take us back home.
It seems the older I get; the slower time moves. Time seems to be something we seldom understand. When we write or paint we often forget time. We accomplish much yet we find time has moved faster and we know we can do no more. I often feel that time is flexible and we navigate our way like sailors in a storm, yet time may be like a reflection of stillness on a lake making it hard to see where the lake ends and the sky begins.
Lastly, I would say I sometimes ponder too much when I should be taking a slow walk with my dog Buddy down a dirt road and that is who I am.
