AN IMAGE OF THE PATH

It happened in a lawn chair, this past weekend, beneath my favorite tall white pine. Perhaps the tree is some sort of lightening rod, which attracts messages from heaven.

What I saw was a path through the forest. The floor of the path was covered with pine needles that reflected the pure white light coming from the distance—the place the path was leading to. The path was surrounded by trees; it looked like a tunnel with foliage on three sides and then the pine on the floor. The trees were of a golden hue but very light, lighter than autumn leaves—just a kind of glow.

I don’t know what this image meant or means except that it made me feel like the path is a good and beautiful place to be.