another secret

... and then you find out that if you go back, back into those woods, and you do bring your camera this time, and enough food and courage, and you walk past the bears, the wolves and the witches, and then walk on, right past that place where the heart split open (twice) and the dead mole is starting to smell, and you keep walking, deeper and deeper, still with your heart in one hand, and your wisdom in the other... you will eventually come to another little lake, possibly filled with your own, unshed, tears.

and if you sit there, by the waterside, for a while, with your feet dangling in the water, listening to the water birds cry, and reaching in spirit across the seemingly impossible distance, all the way to the other shore, where there is a big friendly tree, and high grass, and a gentle muddy beach. and you slowly gather your courage... and maybe procrastinate just a little longer... and then you jump in, quickly, before you can change your mind. and you start swimming, even though it's cold and scary, and even though you think you can't swim, and even though there is that terrible spot, right in the middle, where going back is no longer an option, and going forward seems impossible, and where terror whispers that you will drown, but you slowly swim on anyway, all the way to the other side...

... then you will know that there is another sweet secret place (or is it the same one?). one that can never be lost. only found, time and again.

would you like me to take you there some time?... it just so happens i know the way...

(oh, what a lyrical, metaphorical, allegorical little creature i am... and this is my 700th post. happy 700 to me!)