Posted by: jeannineatkins | May 8, 2010

May

I came across these white trillium while walking along a trail in Essex, Vermont. I tread carefully around the flowers, but didn’t watch out for the muck. My feet got kind of soaked. It didn’t lessen my enchantment. I felt like a child finding a secret forest where fairies seemed bound to live. A place where I was alone, but felt in hushed and wonderful company. A place of secrets, and every one of them benign.

Alone and in company is how I feel when my writing is going well. And among secrets, though these might not all be as unthreatening as those kept near the forest floor.

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  1. You know it’s magical when cold, wet, squishy shoes don’t lessen your enthusiasm. Still, I prefer to write in socks only.

  2. I remember learning about the menehune in Hawaii and then driving past a place where I just KNEW they lived. Always torn between the wish to actually see them & knowing I should leave them in peace. 🙂

  3. A beautiful post . . . it made me feel as if I was walking beside you.

  4. That’s so inviting!

  5. White trillium forest
    That was put so lovely, Jeannine. Have a Happy Mother’s Day today! – Ellen


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