I had been so busy with writing the technical paper and then putting the presentation together for the upcoming Aerospace conference that I had not walked the forest in almost two weeks. As I waited at the light at the bottom of the hill where I would normally go up the other side towards the West Gate and in to work, I glanced to my right and saw the bridge gleaming in the sunshine. Something tugged at my heart and said, come visit. We miss you.
So, I turned left at the light, parked in the first available space, and crossed over to the other side. On to the bridge, where now the clouds were playing hide and seek with the trusses. The lack of rain over the past few weeks had almost run the river aground, but not quite. I decided to turn right immediately after the bridge, with the idea of climbing the steep hill to walk the trail on the plateau above. But, it was not to be. The river had other plans for me. Ever so imperceptibly, she slowed down my walk, and brought me to a standstill.
And then, the flow of words began. I paid attention, listened, and wrote… I share a few of them with you.
The river runs so shallow Yet the hill still rises steep In walking these old trails What new promises do I keep? The air so still Yet the singing of birds deep I take in all the stillness Into my core does the Joy sink deep; I stopped wondering long ago Who is this muse that comes calling, Amid the crescendo of the cicadas In the silence of the water falling; The invitation on some mornings Is simply too powerful to resist I try going towards the sun, but am imperceptibly lured by the mist; I came to walk long trails Yet she has me rooted, standing still Sit with me a while and visit she says Save for another day, the fragile hill; Summer is only here for so long Like a firefly her light is fleeting I am so honored that you invited me to stay You raised my spirits with this brief meeting; If you will just stay that little bit longer Beneath the waters lie many a great treasure So many dream of an endless summer Yet of this moment they take little measure...
On this day, I experienced a beautiful reunion with nature, in a quiet oasis that invited me to be still. I arrived ‘empty handed’, yet left with a great treasure of poetry, peace, and a reminder to not stay away for too long. Have you participated in any reunions lately? Are you planning any in the near future? And how about your inner reunion with Joy, Awareness and Pure Existence? How do you experience That (re)union on a regular, even daily basis? Or have you forgotten…
I invite you to reunite with us in #SpiritChat on Sunday, July 16th at 9amET/1pmUTC on twitter – and particularly so if you have been away for a while. We hope you will bring some goodies to share.
The nature trails called, and I answered… only to stand still in reunion