Dearest Reader,
The third journal of the man...
I continued to watch what was going on last night as I tried to sleep.
After a time of you both sitting and sharing silently in our circle that had become a warm safe place, the man then lay down alongside the log. You slipped down from sitting atop the log to rest on the ground near his head with your back resting against the old wood, your arms spread along it.
After (an indecipherable amount) of time I came around the log to gaze at this man and You. I knew immediately I wanted to wash and anoint this man's feet. You placed Your hand gently on his shoulder which I knew within let him sleep very deeply. The water that ran over his feet was warm and restoring. With utmost care I washed rinsed dried and massaged oil into his skin, tendons and muscle. I wondered if I might do more but it became clear that this was all that was needed for now.
A distinct change was in the air when he finally awoke. I watched him engage with You over a small meal, laughter even rang out a time or two. The longer you two spend together the more altered the man seems... huh.
I presently lay down on my back in the center of the circle literally soaking in the contentment of being here, awash in awe of what I have witnessed and been a part of (even though peripherally it was deeply and significantly moving for me.) With eyes closed I look around with all my senses and just love.
You are so right here.
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