Deep in the forest, so deep that the world around has never seen the face of the sun, is a small stream that trickles through the forest singing it’s song to any creature who happens to be passing at that moment in time. The stream delights as it moves through the forest and around the rocks, visiting with the different trees and making friends with the leaves who fly down with the latest stories. It likes when the birds float along as they share their dreams in slumber and when the deer come and tickle her as they sip the water. The stream couldn’t imagine where in she would rather be than right there in that moment in time.
Sometimes she would get lonely deep in the darkest of night when all the other creatures are sleeping their slumbers. At those times she wanted to also close her eyes and find the stillness they do when they are deep in their dreams. But a stream really never stops moving, each moment in time is a movement. On one of those deep nights as she continued to murmur in the darkness, she felt the slightest caress run down her surface. At some points it was a whisper of warmth and others a slight chill of coldness. The stream wondered who was caressing her, but could not see anyone along the banks and couldn’t feel anyone sitting on her surface. All she felt was the caress as it lightly moved along her surface. The feel of the caress along her surface stilled her for that moment in time and even though she continued to move and murmur she felt a deep peace that she really never was alone.
