As the wheel of the year comes to an end and the veil between the ethereal realm and the earth thins, portals appear. The conditions vary. Nature decides when they are perfect. This one appeared after a cold, clear night. Most often they are seen after a new moon, but I was lucky enough to encounter this after an evening when the moon was almost full (Waxing Gibbous).
When this temporal event occurs, and if you are lucky enough to see it, take a minute and gaze along the river, deep into her body and then slowly raise your eyes to her frosted branches.
Don’t expect to see or hear much wildlife. Nature calms and quiets them during this event, so we can focus on hearing and seeing the memories glistening in the ice and the frost.
Can you see them? When I look around the bend, I can barely see May’s dragonflies and July’s ducks, but I can hear the rapids as though I am about to go over them. Then, the sound fades and other people's memories unfamiliar to me start moving along in the affluent. These are memories caught from past ablations hoping others might be along the river in another portal waiting to be seen and heard.
I used to think the elements appearing nearer to me on the river bank were my most recent memories, but I’ve come to realize there is no rhyme or reason when you are dealing with the ethereal realm and just enjoy the quiet and the beauty in the memories.
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