We took our first walk of the Spring in our town cemetery this morning, me, Red and Maria. It was good to be back. One of our friends is a grave-digger, he filled us in on all the new arrivals. The ground is thawing out now, burials can resume. I am always drawn to the details of the stonework in cemeteries, this was the foot of an angel.

I felt close to the cemetery, I nearly died last summer so I am open to hearing from the spirits there. If horses are talking to me, why not the spirits of the dead. I have to get my head straight, open up to it, listen for it. I’ll sit there for a few minutes with Red each day, I’ll wait for messages.