Reblogged on Freeing My Muse
The Seeker rolled over and stared out the window into the beautiful autumn sky. She stretched her arms over her head and settled back into the warmth of the eiderdown comforter. But just as she closed her eyes in the hope of falling asleep again, she sat bolt upright in bed. She looked back out the window at the forest that lined the other side of a shallow lake, and suddenly she realized she was no longer in the Greater World. In fact, she knew exactly where she was. She was at the retreat house in the room where she had stayed before. But how could that be?
She plopped back on the bed and tried hard to think of the last thing she remembered. She had been sitting on the banks of the marshes outside the village of St. Stephens, tired and drifting in and out of slumber. And…
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