The Path

Where do your stories take you?

What new paths do they forge through your Gardens?

How do they seek to stretch the boundaries of your Imaginations?

When do you decide to follow down the path that they lead you, and when do you decide to uproot them before they spread like wildfire and your Garden becomes overgrown?

As the days and nights grow warmer, our Gardens are blessed with life-giving waters in the form of rain. The clouds sprinkle seedlings of liquid light upon us and we become nourished, revitalized, reenergized, and refreshed.

The Sun gives of its warmth.

The Earth gives of its Songs.

And the seeds of our Gardens are coaxed into the Sacred Dances whispered to us through the endless Dreams of Time.

All Stories, just as all Seeds, have their beginning.

All Stories, just as all Seeds, have their end.

But as the beat of the Earth’s heart grows louder, in this precious moment of anticipation and recompense, we can begin to allow our Stories’ Songs to unfold.

Some will Sing softly, filling the air with sweet and delicate breezes that remind of when the times were simpler, and we were only as far from each other as a shoulder to lean on.

Some will screech and shout, wailing and caterwauling until the depths of our Shared Heart bursts open, and all the Goodness we’ve tried to hide away and sequester spills forth.

What is the path that your Seeds Sing to you this day…this night…this time between Times when all is Sacred and strange…this time when Love is measured by the touch of your hand against the bones of the Ancestors….

Where do your Stories’ Songs lead you?

What is your Path?

Happy Writing