The Stone People

An animist at heart I find solace greeting the trees and the rocks on the hiking trail. Whenever I need to refresh my mind and heart I jump in Nature’s wide open arms.

Many years ago I found an enchanted place . Within a circle of stones an ancient Shaman rests smiling to the West. Small tiny crystals adorn his cheek as if tears have been rolling down and hardened in eternity. I look at this boulder and wonder what stories he might have to share?

I sink in its silence and close my eyes : “Please give me a sign for Spring. Is it near?”

Now eyes wide open I look between the trees . The sun is bright and   a Nuthatch came closer to examine me. I take it as a hopeful answer.

I leave retracing my footprints and singing a song as my offering. Grateful ,I say good bye and take the trail down to a waterfall which   endeared  itself to every passer by but stole my heart with its sound and swirling spirals morphing into the mossy rocks.

Basking in the light trickling down between the trees I give thanks for being one with all . In the distance a Hawk circles the sky: The Stone People, The Stone People, The Stone People.