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Post by Bobby Slais on Jul 1, 2007 6:45:15 GMT -5
One day after the mental ward release, I find myself lost in the woods, alone amidst spring sprouts poking their heads up through compacted debris of the dead season passed on the forest floor. They sway and waft and titter in the breeze as if trying to take a look at me ambling by, an outsider, in this world. I squat low, turn my back to a stump, blackened from fire long ago, ease my weight and rest. Everything became clear. The entire forest suddenly quiet, every tree, branch, leaf, bud still, motionless, settled, silent, like a freeze had returned. The only noise, my heartbeat, heartfelt, pulse-rise, each beat and I realized at that moment, eyes open, I can see that I am alive and free to choose the direction of the next step I will take.
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Post by Shell on Jul 29, 2007 6:17:26 GMT -5
This is wonderful, Bobby - the calm after the storm ... those epiphany moments are beyond compare. Love that central image of you leaning against the blackened tree ... somehow that says it all.
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