There’s a cottage along a trail in the woods. I stop there often – simply to admire the placement of stone amidst the mortared wall.
She stands beneath a veil of softened moss, her will outlasting a centuries long song…and, weathering of winds.
Though, she’s proud – she’s grateful more so for the capacity to feel these depths of humbled grace.
Knowing ‘the best’ remains for all to see.
In peace, my loves…
Namaste ❤️
Copyright 2016 Tara Lemieux
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