Along the way, I did discover one perfect toe-dipping spring, and even though the man at the front desk actually encouraged me to do just that, I could feel the sacred spirit still in this place. Blue Spring, just outside of Eureka Springs, is along the historic Trail of Tears, but even before that, Native people were nourished at its banks, planted crops in the fertile soil around it and took shelter and held rituals beneath the rocky bluff of the ancient faultline.
The spring’s been bricked in, dammed to flow straight to the natural lagoon below and perfectly landscaped, so it’s much different than it was when it served as a refuge and place of respite, but its turquoise waters are otherwise untouched and so is the presence in this place that made me wonder how I could possibly put my feet any further than the ground I was honored to tread. 
where i wandered:
where joy wanders 