From the very first step I walked this land as if it was my own.
I could hear the land speak to me saying “Yes, this is yours. And you are mine.”
The trees sway in the breeze inviting me to join their dance.
The creatures of sky and land call this place home.
People enter here feeling their hearts lighten and expand.
Avalon is a land that sings to me of quieter things, of sunlit skies and magical nights.
The magic of this place wraps around me like a form fitting shield protecting me from the world outside.
It is here, in this place, when all is quiet and still that my heart heals one little bitty piece at a time.
When the bustle of the day is done and Avalon settles into stillness I can feel myself truly exhale.
Only in these times of solitude can I feel the jagged, separate pieces of myself try to ease back into place.
Avalon speaks of healing, grounding, dreaming, being.
Avalon is sanctuary.