At the Creek Bottom
...I find my soggy soul.
The breeze off the lake begins to chill my already rain dampened mood. But a walk in the woods is all it takes to rediscover that missing part of me, submerged yet still alive at the creek bottom. So I fish out my soul, and in so doing awaken something deep within, a little bit frustrated, and maybe a whole lot angry about forgetting my belonging to this natural world. Now I’m feeling annoyed and even more uncertain, as I ponder what to do with my awakened soul. Could this be the Great Spirit urging me to breathe new life into all the sleeping souls I encounter on my journey?
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