Something Wonderful

The Message of the Rain

when I was a child
I was a squirrel a bluejay a fox
and spoke with them in their tongues
climbed their trees dug their dens
and knew the taste
of every grass and stone
the meaning of the sun
the message of the night

now I am old and past
both work and battle
and know no shame
to go alone into the forest
to speak again to squirrel fox and bird
to taste the world
to find the meaning of the wind
the message of the rain

Norman H. Russell

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I am a writer and this is a motivational blog designed to help both writers and aspiring writers to push to the next level. Key themes are peak performance, passion, overcoming writing roadblocks, juicing up your creativity, and the joys of writing.
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2 Responses to Something Wonderful

  1. Jacqueline Stearns says:

    When I was a little girl, I heard the flowers speak. I wish I could hear that again.

  2. Hi Jackie,

    That’s so beautiful! I’m sure you can still hear them —
    they’re just witing for you to listen

    Write on,

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