Like no other…

One day

Randomly my Jeep lead

me to a winding country road

high up in the mountains as

I wept for love lost.

Death does that all times,

not just some times.

Salt tears flooded my face

like the rainstorm

that raged inside my soul.

I was headed nowhere and

everywhere

all at the same time.

Slowly the Jeep curved into a driveway-

too narrow to turn about.

I was caught in a maze

of purple hue- seen for miles and miles.

I laughed — a guttural laugh — uncontrollably,

I had studied herbs and plants.

I know lavender- there are 47 species of this plant-

healing, medicinal for both body and soul.

I sensed it was a spirit-driven ride.

I walked slowly up the hill, knelt — wiped my tears,

and saw this sign -Phenomenal- before me.

A very old man- dressed noticeably well- walked toward me-

handed me a very small bouquet of purple hues.

Lavender.

He said nothing, I just bowed my head- I was still kneeling.

I turned to thank him in that instant.

No one was there.

Phenomenal.