IF YOUR HEART IS BEATING, THERE’S STILL TIME FOR DREAMS
Sometimes when I want to reflect and ponder about life, I walk along the woodland trail that runs behind my home. I raise my face and feel the sprinkles of the sun streaming through the trees and I listen. I listen for the heartbeats that surround me. The heartbeats of today, yesterday, the day before, even years past. I feel the rhythm of hearts beating, so mysteriously present, in the earth, the wind, the morning dew, in the red fox, the squirrel, the raccoon, the chattering chickadee, the doe and her fawn, the Native American Indian, the early settlers. I hear all the heartbeats pounding. I feel them in my soul. O the hopes and dreams that come from human hearts. And I know.....I know, that if the heart is beating, there’s still time for dreams.