Pagan Insights Project - Prompt: Post a Pic
Rose’s Bridge, Kilmarnock, Ontario.
Right behind where the photographer is standing, is a corner. On that corner stands a pair of houses, where my best friend grew up, and still lives. If you drive up the causeway and across the bridge, you come to a crossroads where a little church and graveyard stands. There some of my ancestors lie.
Pictures of home are bittersweet. They bring up love, memory, and longing.
my favorite part of spring was always walking through my grandfather’s winding trails in the cedars, surrounded by curling ferns and trilliums and other wildflowers. the forest would be abloom, delicate colours picked out against greys and browns. i remember standing in them, looking up at blue sky, mare’s tails and crows.
i still visit those woods in my dreams, but i miss the reality.








