This Photo was taken in Bryrup, in November 2009, by Mafalda Seguro

The mist in Avalon... Nothing can be seen...

One lonely swan waits for his mate in the lake...

The lake is lost in the mist... Only a white shadow can be seen...

All around is awakening... birds are coming out to the morning cold

Trees are losing their morning humity...

Such drops that fall right through our faces...

It is cold... but the heart is warm with wonder and expectation!

The old railtrail guide us to a destination...

A silence is upon us... our footsteps are quiet and gentle...

We join with them and them with us...

The mist starts to rise... the magic is still there...

With a promisse of a new day and learning...

We go back to our trail to the morning tasks

While the two swans together now fly crossing the lake

It is our turn to go... to new wisdom be channeled...

What awaits us we do not know...

We trust our mother to guide us

We trust our angels to take us

We trust the knights to lead

We trust in ourselves to be open

and to see a world of knowledge and wisdom

to see a world where the stories are not stories

and we are no more than possibilities!