Walks

Submerged in nature. 

Surrounded by the glory of god. 

Suspended in time. 

Refreshing for my spirit 

Nourishment for my mind 

Strength for my body 

Music in the air

We started out on what we thought would be a nice short walk. It quickly turned into a trek that lasted over two hours. About half way we stopped to rest and appreciate what we could see and hear, admiring the landscape and all critters that were moving about. We were on Lake Laurentian with the sun setting, a perfect scene. A mosquito lands on me to find its meal and all else is silent.

As I look around I see the white flowers blow in the wind. Then, out of nowhere the geese take flight, squawking as they hurried over the marsh. Lucky for me, I had my camera out and capture the whole ordeal a it unraveled before my eyes.

With the lake in the distance, the clouds gently laying above us, and a forest surrounding us we found a quiet place. There was a smell, something beautiful but I coundn't trace it. We keep walking as we still had quite a ways to go. The the moon had risen and the wind made music with the leaves. This is a quiet place, a sacred space. One that will never be the same, yet will always be there.

An early rise gave way to see beauty unfold

The walk to the lake is peaceful and, at the same time, full of life. Spider webs with dew on the silk, hanging like an ornament. Leaves rustling and dancing in the wind. Birds chirping in the trees, calling out to one another. 

The lake is as peaceful as ever. Watching in silence as the sun disappears behind a bank of fog. Slowly, it closes in on the land , slipping further along until it covers the entire lake. 

Waiting patiently for it to move again.

Nothing. 

Tranquility remains.

 That is until a powerboat speeds into the fog, slows, disappearing, until it is consumed. 

Even if just for a moment life would be still, to enjoy all that is around. To take in life, to be full of life. To see and breath peace until you overflow. 

In the silence and peace I hear “my portion is enough for you” echoed among the wind.   

Honey listens carefully too. 

Watching silently. 

For the bird. Or the squirrel. To give way of its whereabouts.

 Ears perked. Legs braced. She watches. Listens. And is surrounded by peace. 

“be still and know that I am God”