If it was less chilly I would have stood their longer.
But, the wind out of the north was stronger than the early morning sun.
But I stood there long enough to to take it all in.
Watching.
As the wind churned up waves as it blew across the late spring grass.
And the yellow wild flowers danced in the sunlight
And my dog ran for the sheer joy of running.
Down the hill
And back up again
Through the grass and wild flowers
In circles around me as I walked and watched.
Maybe I Should Begin Every Day Like This
My day began as most of my days begin.
Coffee.
Toast.
Second cup of coffee.
Bathroom.
But then, instead of email or news or my list for the day, I went for a walk.
30 minutes outside.
By myself.
Surrounded only by….
Trees creaking in the wind.
A woodpecker heard, but not seen.
Quiet enough for me to be aware of my own breathing.
Silence settling around my soul.
I realized I pray better walking than I do folding my hands and bowing my head.
Maybe I should begin every day like this.
A Walk In The Woods
I went for a walk in the woods today.
Up the path
Alongside the stream
Which rushed its way downhill
Until it found a deep pool
In which to rest for a while
Before going on.
There was no need to speak.
The steam said all that needed to be said.
And silence filled the woods around me
And my soul, as well.
Any words of mine would have been out of place.
An intrusion.
Upsetting the delicate balance between silence and stream.
I went for a walk in the woods today.
And, for a moment, at least,
I was where
I needed to be.
