Another challenging week had passed by. Adversity was not going to stop me from having an adventure. Adversity would not stop me breathing in the joys of life. I went for a stroll. A stroll in my magical garden on a perfect summer's night. The breeze but gentle. And the warmth of a hot, sunny day, lingered on.
I noted a gathering of wee folks, the shadow of a bird, the reassuring glow of a twinkling light.
Splashes of radiant colour on such a summer's night. I listened very carefully. Soft , soothing voices. The voices of the wee folks singing a song. A song of peace, of understanding that our world, like their world, should be one of no judgement, no stigma, no man lusting for power to the despair of those who felt powerless. They sang of love in the diversity of an all different, all equal world. I listened and I understood.
The final embers of the setting sun glowed upon yon western horizon. That special place where the sun kisses the land in one last goodbye as the night descends.
An hour of reflection in my enchanted, magical garden. A sanctuary for my soul.. Time to go back in. The song of the wee folks echoed in my heart. And I knew, I really knew, I'm too young to ever be old. My inner child has told me so......