places on earth
that are magical
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that no words can
hope to describe
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where your soul
empty and drained
is restored
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where the whispers of angels
shimmer through the trees
as if on a mist
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perfectly and peacefully
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and gently floating
on the warm spring breeze
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drifting weaving
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falling on my face
filling me with grace 
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~ poem “Places” by Michael Traveler, author/poet
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author’s Notes:
I ONCE TOOK A JOURNEY to a place in Oklahoma and decided to explore Wool-a-roc, a 5 thousand acre ranch in Oklahoma’s green country. I remember standing on top a cliff and looking down upon a lake. I was surrounded by tall trees and the breeze was brushing through the leaves and the afternoon sun was shimmering through the canopy of foliage. And as I stood there at peace, I suddenly felt the winds of time blowing through me, my ancestors speaking through the woods and on the breeze and I imagined tee-pees on the far bank of the lake and the tribe going about its daily life.
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I’VE HAD THIS EXPERIENCE in other special places, the Blue Ridge Mountains of northwest North Carolina,, Glacier National Park, Oregon coastline and rain forests.. My ancestors called them sacred places, where one can connect in a special way with God, where the noise of the city is far away, where the chaos and stress is not chipping away at our mind, heart and soul, where we can hear the whispers of angels and feel the presence of God …
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Whispering to Our Soul,
Telling us a Tale of Long Ago 
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Photo by Dawnfire Photography
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