This morning I woke from a dream of looking at several tiny lots for sale. They were 2″ X 2″ – just a tiny speck of land. They were all on the road on the edge of someone’s property. I was considering them as a good place to place a candle and light it and my friends and I would form a circle “around” it on the road (a dirt road). We would pray or sing or share heartfelt stories – I’m not sure what the entire plan was.
The last one I looked at was on the edge of the property that I lived on for 25 years in Summit. It was a lovely little spot, but the owner came over with a bulldozer and pushed the soil towards me and I backed off. I guess he didn’t want anyone – or me – to own this spot. I can understand that.
I woke up and I thought again of the land I love in Summit. It was my dream home and I’m so grateful to have lived there.
I realized that in the Spring or Summer I could take a walk in the woods the way I often did. I could enter on the road. My neighbor didn’t mind me walking his logging roads, which were extensive. He had significantly more acreage than I. I think I will check with him in the Spring to see if it’s ok. And then I can revisit the lovely woods and some favorite trees and rocks. And maybe I will sneak quietly over to visit briefly with Grandmother Tree. I wonder if the wood chimes I left her are still there.
If it’s Summer, I know where there is a sprinkling of raspberries along the road.
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