The Day I Met Thimbleberry Freshwater
Doubt, if you must. But I swear that the story I’m about to tell you is true.
The whole thing happened just several weeks ago. I’d been planning all morning to work in my garden but suddenly felt drawn to hike among the forest of old spruces not far from my home. It was one of those afternoons among the towering trees when the air is filled with an emerald light. I heard the forest speak to me in that ancient language of Stillness, and the space between the trees was radiant with the Great Mysteries for which there is no language.