In The Meadow

February 29th 2024

I no longer wish to grapple with the chill that hovers in this place as the familiar space lays dormant, nor do I find companionship with the icy crunch beneath my feet as I wander to and fro. If my memory serves me well, and I suppose that it must, I once lay here in this place, comforted by the soft strands of newly-rising sprouts, decorated by an array of yellows and greens. I remember the way the young spring grass tickled between my toes. I remember making friends with every living being that found its way into my sight, for they seemed to recognize me from another life. And, something about today has ushered my mind into a closeness to this place, as if I could reach out and touch it. So, I wait patiently for its arrival, as do the worms who dig around beneath the surface and the fawns who munch upon it. May we enter The Meadow together again, as we once did in time gone by. May a space be prepared for us to stay there for more than a lifetime.