And we pause; still waiting. What is there to remember, to learn? How the breeze comes in the window making the curtains move just a little, or the sun making its way across the walk, is that the lesson? Beyond the comfort of the four walls, there are flowers, a pathway leading somewhere. It is dripping in flowers, hanging down from a canopy overhead.
You make your way down the dark path, each step on the pillowy earth soft and sweet- a bed of petals and moss and pine needles. How do these flowers grow with no light? you wonder, as you run, impatient to learn what is next, what is after.
Hands guiding, brushing the branches of the gnarled but smooth branches. Branches with deep roots, twisting and turning around themselves. The answers are here, but you can’t see them yet. When the sun shows her light you will be ready too. 15% of sales of this pattern benefit the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention.