The Journey
Drought

Greeting The Day

I can see my breath in the cool stillness of the morning. As my best four-legged friend and I head from tree to bush to patch of drying grass, I revel in the quiet sounds of a morning walk.

A dog that barks forlornly as we walk by.
The whisper of hummingbird wings going from flower to flower.
A cry of a early rising hawk as it seeks the warmth of first light.
The rustling of leaves in the brisk yet gentle breeze.

I can feel my muscles loosen as I climb the gentle slope leading to the park.
I can feel my mind open as I take in the breathtaking panorama before me.

A tree full of red ornament-like pomegranates.
The newborn colors of a sunrise as they strolls across the sky.
A splash of autumn foliage rarely seen in California.
The bright clothes of children waiting for a yellow bus.

I know that without the distractions of the coming day,the universe will match me
stride for stride and teach me things I can only learn when I listen closely.

A sense of belonging with knowing my place in the world.
The contentment of a quiet moment alone.
A true conversation with the person I want to be.
The wisdom of nature guiding my thoughts.

These and so much more I seek and most often find on my quiet morning walk.

Pops 2014

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