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Buzzards

I feel the call of the trees, my heart leaps in anticipation

A new year, a new day…yet there are buzzards circling in my mind

Waiting for a moment of forgetfulness

I am greeted by fragrant pines

A path of faded leaves, yesterday’s past

With each step I feel a release, I sigh

The pulse of the earth reverberates within the soles of my feet- a memory

I rest upon a log- a repurposed tree- I am mesmerized by the lushness of the forest.

Sleeping moss, dancing ferns

Ancient tree roots sprawling, encroaching upon the patchwork path of snow & leaves.

Knowing the warmth of the sun will return- a memory

In the distance I hear the crisp rushing of a stream, teeming from last night’s rain.

I continue each step becoming lighter. A memory

Glistening ice forms cling to the riverbank, transforming, letting go, to once again be in the flow

I feel the swirling energy of the stream, creating & recreating its path through the forest - a memory

I continue on through the wood, remembering that I am a part of all of this.

My heart rejoices…my vision clear - mind is free of self-doubt- unworthiness

The buzzards have gone.

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