Sheltered by her embrace and the familiar scent. The warm cushion of velvet moss beneath my feet. A light breeze brushes my cheek and I listen to the soft lull of ancient leaves. Dusk lights my way.
I come here for a tea party with Ghosts.
Body still and mind intense. I collect their memories. They offer threads of my past self. Guide me to a place I will see and a time I will feel. To someone I will Be.
Clarity ebbs beneath my skin. I honour this moment, this wistful encounter. Thank you for my place.
Love J x