The weary man hears a voice. “Take a step, you can’t stay here. What comes next is on the other side.” A great horned owl appears in the dawn sky, amber eyes beckoning. A guide for his journey. Stepping onto the wooden bridge, the man sees a roaring river far below. Light and shadow dance. With a sure heart, he follows his winged companion. The comfort of the deep-green forest awaits.
The Crossing
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I am a native Texan who has lived for the past 30 years in Southern California. I am a published author of both short memoir and fiction, a two-time Pushcart nominee, a nationally award-winning writing coach, an editor, as well as a Licensed Professional Counselor in the state of Texas. In addition, I am the mother of three grown daughters of whom I am extremely proud, a grandmother of four darling children and the wife of a man I still love after 44 years. View all posts by lenleatherwood
