The boy followed the thin trail down to the bank of the creek and rested on a large rock overlooking a pool at a bend in the water. The trees were thick and blocked the sun, and he sat in the cool shade and listened to the birds and breathed in the sweet scent of moss, and he felt safe, away from voices and hands raised in anger and those he had once trusted. This is the place for me, he thought. The trees, the water, this rock—they are happy I am here. They have no fight with me.
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Paritosh Chandra Dugar
13/4/2019 01:04:12 pm
True. The tale reminds me of Duke's comment on Nature in Shakespeare's As You Like It. Well done, Don.
Don Tassone
14/4/2019 04:17:48 am
Thank you, Paritosh.
patti
14/4/2019 12:58:14 am
The healing power of nature is so underestimated! Peace flows where a fight might have ensued. You captured the peace, Don. This brings to mind Forest Bathing, a meaningful book on the healing available through a walk in the woods.
Don Tassone
14/4/2019 04:19:47 am
Amen, Patti. Thank you.
Kathy K
14/4/2019 02:01:23 am
The idyllic life is found in nature if you look for it. Thank you, Don, for the reminder.
Don Tassone
14/4/2019 04:20:48 am
Yes, Kathy. Thank you.
Mary
25/4/2019 07:16:03 pm
A beautiful story! Nature is so healing and calming. Thank you.
Don Tassone
29/4/2019 01:45:30 am
Thank you, Mary. Comments are closed.
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