This piece is a part of a larger project which dreams of the peace of the Resurrection.
Chapter 3: A Conversation with Friends
It is appointed for each person once to die…and then the judgment.
“Well, she’s coming for a visit.” I said with some anticipation to my little raccoon friend as we crossed the valley on my way back to our mountain. He’d managed to find me on the way out of town and had been following at a short distance, pausing only when he found something along the way more interesting than me. Most likely what kept him following was the smell of food coming from my pack. She had packed a few lunches for me for the trip back: some cheese and bread, one of those caramel apples from the fair wrapped in wax paper, and a bottle of fresh water. The bandit (I had taken to calling him that) stopped and gave me a quizzical look when I spoke. I’m never sure whether he’s really understanding me, or just being a raccoon. But, for a moment, I got the feeling that he was puzzled by my sense of excitement and my anticipation at her visit. Continue reading “Chapter 3: A Conversation with Friends”