So I listened.
Found a feather on the way
and placed it in my hair.
It was cloudy when I started.
All the way I prayed for rain.
I entered my favorite place and was saddened. The tornado and the ice storms of years past have left damage. No rains have fallen big enough to wash the debris away. It's still my favorite place, just harder to navigate. Rock Hollow carries the rain fall to the creek below and is home for many living things. I kept my eye out for snakes with camera in hand.
The Poison Oak was healthy and the ferns still grew so there had to be some moisture deep in the ground. On top it was dry. I slipped in leaves, I clung to rocks, I crossed logs and climbed to my heart's content.
The farm trio found something interesting.
To give you some perspective,
the rocks here are huge.
Then I fell...
This is the view from where I lay.
I'm still enjoying the beauty
but now my behind is hurting.
I thinking, Oh, no, I didn't tell anyone where I was going. I want my ashes scattered here so I was happy to lie there for a minute or two letting my body tell me if it was okay. I may not have gotten the rain I prayed for but a Higher Power was watching after me. Above is where I fell...right in the spot that has no big rocks, plumped my behind right into the safe zone. Guardian Angel or dumb luck? You decide. Oh, I'm okay, I'll be bruised but I'm not broken.
My little tumble was from here to there.
I was hot and rested.
Taking in the beauty of my favorite spot...
Rock Hollow.
These puppies were glad to be home.
