Day 2
Being “Still” is not easy. My mind tells me to go somewhere, “DO” something. Anything. Father says, “No, not today. Be still.” I know he means my heart, soul, and mind. But sometimes for that to happen I need to move my body. So, I go for a walk. There are roads, trails, and paths, Greg and Thelma (my hosts) have created around the pond and through the woods.
There is something connecting and grounding for me when I walk down a path in the woods. My mind ceases its struggle for dominance. My feet move forward and even if my breath comes in gasps I feel my heart steady. My focus is the path before me and beneath my feet. However, I take every opportunity to look around at the beauty surrounding me. It seems the flowers show off their brilliant colors in a glorious display just for the guest who has arrived in their habitation. Squirrels scamper. One of them barks at me, surely wondering what I am doing in this place they call home.
A fallen tree blocks my path. Do I turn around? No. I climb over the tree careful to watch for snakes resting against the coolness of the trunk, then continue on my journey. A beautiful spider has painstakingly spun a meticulous web across the path. It is a giant web and must have taken what for her is ages. It is high along the path and I am short, so I fold at the waist, bend my knees and step cautiously beneath the web, leaving her home and tool for snatching her next meal unharmed. The path soon diverges, one path wide and filled with light, the other, more narrow with greater tree cover. I take the latter and am soon rewarded when it opens into a small clearing. I look up and see the sun. The grass beneath my feet is green and full of life. I breath, smile and embrace the quiet. I am alone with nature and my God.
It is beautiful.
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