My Secret Place

Close your eyes and begin to float. The bubbling, babbling stream will carry you. Although the water is cool, it seems like plush carpet and it comforts you. The current pulls you along slowly, like dragging a stick through the sand. Smell the deep, damp dirt of the river bed as it surrounds your senses. Hear the birds chirp, the crickets cree-eep, and the rustling of the leaves under the feet of the animals you can’t see, but you can smell. They will not bother you, but they are curious as to why you are floating in their part of the river.

Open your eyes, and see the sky. Is it gray, is it blue? The clouds hang low and they seem to be like cotton; you can reach up and almost touch them. It begins to rain, but it is light and soft. It kisses your face and tickles your arms and legs. Blue and green dance before your eyes as you close them again. This place makes you feel those colors all over – in your hair, your clothes, your shoes, your skin – you become blue and green. Vibrant blue, green, deep sea colors and river colors blending and coming together, then dancing apart as you float, gradually getting faster and faster. Your destination is near, but still you must pass the waterfalls.

The rain is getting lighter and lighter, and you can feel the warmth of the sun as you float. The light peeks in and out of the clouds as you begin to hear a strong rush of
water. It starts to sound like thunder, or a herd of cattle running faster and faster, closer and closer to you. You’ve reached the falls. The river winds toward the basin where the falls empty, and you feel that your eardrums will burst from the sound. You dip down, down, down, and almost go under, but the river holds you and cradles you away from the waterfalls.

The thunder sounds farther away very soon, and the river returns to its quieter journey, still cuddling you. Now you hear the river whisper “we’re here, we’re here” as you look down just in time to see the beautiful fish with their colors of pink and blue and green and yellow, dancing and changing with the light of the sun before your eyes. You drift towards the bank of the river and stop with a gentle bump. Your destination is in sight.

You climb up the soft grass and moss that gives you a nice cushion if you slip, and you stand finally on the edge of the riverbank. There you see it – a little hut of twigs and vines, shaped as if it grew up out of the earth. It is made just for you. You enter in and find a warm fire burning and the familiar smell of a beef stew broth boiling. You are here, in your secret place, once again.

My Secret Place


Joined February 2008

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