The pond - part of my early journey

The desire for contemplative prayer has been growing inside me since I was a young girl. As a quiet, introverted child I spent time back in the woods with my dog. I would take my journal and drawing pad, write poems, journal, talk to God. There was a special place about a mile from home. It was a small pond with a tiny cabin. People from our church owned it so I knew it was OK for me to be there, though I never asked for permission!