Field of Dreams

The fields of summer were rich in earthly scents. The sky was big and the ground was moist from recent rain. As the group walked across the field they slowed their pace and took in the incredible beauty of the little valley.

The last time the group walked across this particular field it was frozen and everything was brown and yellow. There were no insects buzzing the air; no knee-high grass and wildflowers flowing in the breeze. It was winter then so now the group reveled in the sharp contrast. The field had come to life.

The people decided to stop and rest. They put down the large packs from their backs and placed them on the ground. Several of the group sat down on the ground with their backs to their packs. Others went to the small stream running along the edge of the field and collected water for everyone. The children, despite being exhausted, began playing.

What the group never learned during their winter visit through this field is that the field was a special energy center. It was the perfect place to stop and rest and try to rejuvenate before continuing with the journey. The energy of the field was exquisite. The group got so relaxed they decided to pitch camp right there in that field. They would leave in the morning. All the tension of being on a journey seemed to evaporate. All the thoughts involved with the trip dissipated and the group simply thought about their time of rest. It was like being home--for a day.

Everyone dreamed expansive dreams that night as they breathed in the rich air of the field. The sound of crickets serenaded the sleeping people as they dreamt of a home they were going back to. The sweet smell of the lush vegetation helped them focus in on that destination.

The next day when they left, each member of the group took part of that field with them.

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