My Silent Sanctuary

Fully encompassed in luxuriously thickness of forest foliage, The dog and I sat down to rest. Me on a felled log, him, near a creek’s edge. Shiny leaves fluttered a silent greeting, welcoming us, as if she had not seen such beings in A long time, maybe hundreds of years. I marvel at the vast mysteriousness of the woods, she has kept her secrets through a multitude of sun downs, and likely will not give them up. The enormous spider webs I walked through to get here instantly feel worth it, Even if my skin is crawling a bit as I imagine some of the wee creatures in my hair. My heart leaps with pure joy as I bend to select a few pretty rocks from the creek’s edge. Wading in a bit farther, marveling at the clear coolness of the water. Is it drinkable? Yes, it is. Has anyone else ever ventured this deeply into this silent sanctuary? I hear a slight noise. A twig breaking. The dog barks. Nothing else moves or makes a sound. This has become my private sanctuary, a place where my heart can rejuvenate and relive These silences on busy days when nothing else feels silent.