Bedford Virginia Painting Fall Creek Park Painting
This was her leap to liberty, a stretch of the imagination to say it again: Yes, yes! I believe in fairies. I do. I do. I do!"—and then to listen for the sound of flowers waving their warm welcome and to look for the Green Mother rising from the woodland wonderland to welcome her home.
She was a rabbit, timid perhaps and tainted by those who would hold her free spirit captive to some supposed convention; yet, nothing could take true innocence. She was created free, born free, meant to live free and she would make this leap to liberty.
What does your soul remember? What story of life is alive in you?