- WomenOfWild
My Sacred, Secret, Sweet Patch of Wonder
Updated: Aug 19, 2019
Sitting on the dock in the bay
As the Sun crests the facing mountain-top
And shines her millions of golden sparkles
Across the water toward me
I wait...I breathe…
The air is warm, it is early day
A slight breeze floats on through
And coffee steams from my rooster mug beside me
A clean page patiently awaits my purple scrawl
Heart wide open,
It waits for the Gold to appear…
And always, amidst all of the words, the silt, the debris,
There lies the Gold…
It is easy to miss
If not still enough, quiet enough, if I stay in my head too long
This is my place, my space,
My sacred, secret, sweet patch of wonder that I return to again and again…
It lives in me year round, though I am here a mere few days
I recall easily the feeling of this breeze, blowing ever so faintly through my hair
The smell and taste of the perfect coffee on the perfect morning
My purple pen moving effortlessly across the fresh white pages…
Filling them with words… those beautiful magical words
The feeling of an exploding heart, as I listen to the waves lap gently against the shoreline
A boat taking off in the distance, a crow’s wings flapping overhead
And for as far as I can see
And for as long as I sit here and write
And for as deep as I dig into my grateful heart…
The Gold will appear