When I went up on the ridge that day I had my raincoat on, the one with the hood,
and checked for my mask in the ziploc. Seeking my rock, my thinking rock, my prayer
and meditation rock, there was comfort when I found it and I sat down silently, even in the rain
I could sense the quiet of the forest. I closed my eyes and quieted my spirit…..realizing I didn’t need to find some new deep revelation,
or write a poem producing lightning on a page, some awe inspiring lines, one poem
out doing another, until the lines faded. That was all nonsense. I could just be who I was,
and write quietly of healing and nature, and peace. Praying on a rock up high, sitting in the rain.
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