Part five of a five-part series
I kept watch while John took a leak among Lily Dale’s sacred trees.
“Hey, at least I’m not peeing on The Stump,” said John. “And I’m just doing what’s natural. Isn’t that what (the Spiritualists) want?”
Bladder satisfied, John shuffled back to the path and we crunched our way deeper into the woods. We traveled half a mile into Leolyn Forest, a stretch of woods far older than the community on its border. We traveled to the focus of spiritual energy in Lily Dale—the Inspiration Stump. Continue reading