A rainy day

It is a gloomy day in Peru, In. today. Chilly and rainy. You would think it was April already. Still, I have yet to see any blossoms, or signs of spring except the birds. I long for the mountains. Living in the west for so long, I had access to all the high Rocky Mountain places to go in the summer. Glacier National, Yellow Stone Park, the High Rockies in Utah, Flaming Gorge, Wind River Canyon in Wyoming, Grand Tetons, etc., etc., etc.
Indian is a lovely area for farming though and very green in the spring, summer and early fall.
I guess I should be grateful for having shelter and enough to eat, and I truly am. I just miss seeing all those lovely places. Maybe I will go there in my imagination.
Here is a poem I wrote a couple of years ago that sort of satisfies some of that longing.

I STOOD IN A QUIET FOREST

I stood in a quiet forest
surrounded by ancient trees.
I stood on a windy hill
kissed by the fragrant breeze.

I stood on a new formed planet
and gazed at a distant star.
The Milky Way swept through me
as I traveled Oh! so far.

I sat in contemplation
in the silence of my room.
went into the stillness
of a dark, empty tomb.

A scene unfolded clearly
of a vast, brooding sea.
The voice of God called gently
somewhere inside of me.

Its music filled my being,
opened up my heart.
Pieced the veil of illusion,
Thrust the curtain apart.

I floated calmly for awhile
there on the ocean waves
as far as the eye could see.
It was an endless ocean.
The Ocean of Love and Mercy.

Lorena Johnson/Cami