WALKING WITH MY FATHER

I walk through a forest of towering Cotton Wood trees.  Their ghostly bare arms stretched to the sky.

As before, my Father walks beside me.  A Hawthorne Tree blooms pink amidst a wall of gray.  Leaves crackle and dance under our feet.

A red winged black bird’s call echoes through the woods, then all is still.

By Jane Johnson

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WELCOME TO OUR BLOG WHERE WOMEN SHARE THEIR KNOWLEDGE AND CREATIVITY ON THE PATH TO ENLIGHTENMENT. We are two women sharing our thoughts, reflections and creativity. Stormy My name is Stormy and I have spent the last 20 years working on my spiritual growth and enlightenment. I still have a long way to go, but with your help I know I’ll keep growing, learning and expanding. Shar My name is Shar and I am a meditation, yoga and Qigong practitioner. I love to cook. I am vegan. I love to walk in nature, sing, drum, play guitar, write and spend time with family and friends.

One response to “WALKING WITH MY FATHER”

  1. Rev Dani Lynn says :

    I like this. It bring all the senses into play. Reminds me of walking through the forest behind my apartment when I lived in north Georgia. Thank you for sharing.

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