I walked until I found just the right spot… a quiet place, a clearing, surrounded by tall, mighty trees…
Then I kicked off my sandals & felt the cool, damp grass beneath my feet for a spell, before settling down & pulling out your book of tiny prayers…
Feathered friends sang to me from those tall trees, as the words soaked in… and I saw that place you describe—where the treetops & the sky meet—because I was there… Exactly where I was meant to be.
