In the world I used to know
I heard many stories told
By wind and rain, trees and grass
Birds and clouds, my dolls and cats
Even rocks were so alive
Imbued with spirit, breathed and sighed
And I was tuned to every voice
That droned and hummed with joyful noise
I was never lonely then
I walked amongst a host of friends
All Creation was my kin
I'd like to find that world again
I need to hear those long lost friends
I like to walk on Frozen Head Mountain. That's where I'm most likely to hear the voices of my old friends, the wind and the trees and the gurgle of living water. I NEED to walk on Frozen Head Mountain this weekend, to reconnect with the earth, sky and myself.
I hope you find your old friends this weekend too.
Be well and good luck.