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In a state of recuperation now, and
retrospection....
There was a certain spring to my step when first I
wandered out. The woods have re-leafed (after that horrid frost had shriveled
them) now to an early spring state. Where they would normally have relaxed
in the warm nights, and unfurled lazily, the leaves are instead vibrant and
excitable. The smells have returned...soft smells, wet smells, green and
yellow smells. Entering from the woods closeness into the meadows, is like
walking from a tightening crowd into a spacious candle store, you are wrapped
at once in warm scents of foxtail and columbine, of lavender and sweet-grasses.
The heavy nodding of last years spent tall grasses is all but over now, yellow
still in the veiled moonlight most are broken and splintered standing in
isolated groups watching the new grasses lifting.
There is pasture where the deer will loiter surrounded
by these many scents, so I thought with my measured pace to come into them
unawares. Lumbering in the deeper shadow where older trees had given way
to anxious scrub I blended as well I could and stopped just short of revealing
myself. Pausing there awhile, close to the ancient drip of a stream nearby
to cover my rustlings, I watched, but saw no movement. Now and again a soft
breeze stirred up the leaves nearby and had the curious effect of stilling
the chirping frogs and even the insistent whipoorwills decreased their fervor.
The moon had mostly gone her path and I moved with the lengthening shadows
onto the meadow hoping to catch yet some movement there.
The clouds were thin and what ones there were pearled
in tufts across the ceiling, wrapping the moon in robes of silver and one
angelic halo. Then, onto the meadow. I would not have wandered far upon it,
the woods edge being more sheltering, but, there some distance ahead appeared
some shaking. My curiosity grew with each step I took and I crouched low
for surely I had found some fellow creature here sampling the various smells
as I. Stalking now, approaching slowly I witnessed someone I had never seen
before. Standing in 5 grand columns some flower had risen there clear over
my head. She stood amid spiked leaves in soft earth like razor grass and
her blooms climbed step by step on her columns, each a bell shaped globe.
To the touch the flowers felt like flesh and I suspected bumblebees to greet
my sniffings. That smell was light, like honey-suckle and new-toy plastic,
very fragrant to the touch of my nose.
I wondered how I had missed this beauty standing there
before. Was this the first time she had put out these flowers? I stood upright
measuring myself to her and she was the winner. I couldn't help but sample
each bulb, deciphering the differences between each and savoring them at
length. I lingered there somewhile and marveled at the wondrous beauty, for
such a gem I had never seen through my sojourns but apprehend there are more
to come.
So here I share these things again having returned
from my ecstatic journey revived for that to come. The spirit was a gentle
presence this time through my journey and I have traveled once more safely,
with something having been added into my being, etched there upon my very
soul. I thank you for your prayers and love, be assured they are
returned.
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