With a walking stick, (picked up from the ground)
I found my way up the hillside. Climbing over granite
rocks and tree roots. Stopping several times to catch
my breath. Logic telling me to return home! Yet, I
walked and struggled to reach the top of Big Blue.
School buses had brought the arrival of children
in their quest for knowledge of the weather station.
A smile at the thought of youth arriving by bus and
a somewhat mature woman taking the difficult path,
covered my face!
Continuing along to the observation tower, visitors
from the state of Washington were met. I teased them
at appearing interested in our hill. Stating of course,
it was challenging enough for my climb.
My camera clicked at a granite bridge built in 1909;
still standing strong and beautiful.
My walking required all my concentration, to prevent
any fall. Tired, breathless, thirsty, questioning my safety
on this solitary excursion.
At a clearing I suddenly felt calm. Leaves fluttered gently
from autumn trees. The air was quiet and a sweetness
greeted me. Sitting once again to cool down and observe
the beauty around me. Deciding to continue, amazed at
my stamina. I suddenly felt free. My mind filled with the
wonder of nature. My fears now abandoned, with the
walking stick, eyes and ears I joined this natural setting.
Listening as birds announced my arrival. Pausing to take
a picture of tree and walkway. A field mouse scurried across
my path. Determining this was his home and I the intruder
again a smile appeared.
Returning the choice was made to follow the paved road. It
would be less taxing on a tired body.The quietness was a
sustaining gift. Each tree and leaf became a treasure. Fragrant
pine needles softened the walkway. Alone, amidst the trees some
unseen force of nature has emptied me of cares. I am cleansed;
I am emptied and refilled with nature's blessing. Soft, fragrant,
peaceful beauty. God's shopping mall with no price tags. Just joy
in being, witnessing, experiencing, these gifts. This power of
nature's blessing.
written by Pauline
copyright 2006
4 comments:
They are the best walking sticks
Those which Nature Designed
May more blessings from Nature
meet you everyday on your way
Beautiful, Pauline... I can smell the pine needles :-)
Everything you write is poetry. Beautiful.
Nothing cleanses of soul of strife and care and stress like time alone with God's creations. Lovely walk, Pauline. Thank you for sharing it.
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