The sun shone down, hot and revitalising on my head and shoulders. And the summer breeze whispered through the coin shaped leaves of the Aspen tree’s, gathered like old friends around the flowing waters of the spring.
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The sun shone down, hot and revitalising on my head and shoulders. And the summer breeze whispered through the coin shaped leaves of the Aspen tree’s, gathered like old friends around the flowing waters of the spring.
Just before my 12th birthday something (or someone) started to call me deep inside. It was like a soft undulating whisper in the night; an elusive shadow moving in the afternoon shade. Sometimes the presence would be so tangible I would imagine a beautiful woman was walking beside me as I played in the meadows and garden behind the cottage. She would whisper myths to me: stories of the sun, the moon and the cycles of time as they passed through the living beings of the earth.