Emphasis Preaching Journal

From the edge of the mesa she looked across the valley floor, watching for movement, wondering if they would come today. Sometimes she imagined herself as one of them, full of spirit and free to run, almost to fly, with the wind. It was good to come here, to be a part of their space, even from a distance. Somehow watching them made her feel whole. Losing herself in their unfettered existence awakened a part of her being that had lain dormant for so long it was as if her soul were dead. Of course, that's how she had survived, by purposefully not feeling.