Broken Bridge: The Cedar Castle II
This is a special place, even a pretty place, but it is not exactly a "friendly" place, nor a particularly an "inviting place".
If I had to label it, I would call it a "rugged" place. A place where work is done, by a few, not too many visit here anymore!
It is a place of mud, rocks and certainly strewn about branchs, logs and sticks. A dilapidated winding and certainly "fun" roadway ... probably more accurately called a "pathway", allows access to this rugged place. So do be very careful, my baby ... my Chevy Silverado is quite at home here - "Sophie" loves to play here - as do I, but you should consider carefully how close you want to drive... for there is not much help around if you should get stuck. It has big hills, and deep ruts; but oh it's a wonderful place. Choose carefully as you wander around looking for my sneaky hide - if you DARE!
I'll say it again ... be very very careful as you wander around looking for my sneaky hide in my Cedar Castle II as it is a rugged place!
Still it is a ...
- a place of example ... to see a place ignored by much of society
- a place of peace,
- a place to remember ancient times amongst the old ones
- a place blessing
- a place connection to ones inner voice
- a place for listening and see what you can hear
- a place to stand amongst the cedars, close your eyes and whisper a message to the Creator of this wonderful world.
- or just stand amongst the cedars, close your eyes and listen to the songs interwoven into it's very fabric.
But don't forget to thank the cedar castle herself!
Blessings...
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