As I journeyed out today,
I immediately noticed the rainbow 'twinkle light'
snow that shimmered mostly
yellow and blue, and if
I looked into a partly shaded area from a distance,
greens and reds were predominate.
The sun had an ocean-sunrise yellow glow
and slate blue shadows prayed to everything.
I enjoy visiting Mother on winter days.
This trip to the woods was initially for exercise,
but to my surprise,
my soul purpose was to meditate.
Tracks of a presumably large cat were visible
and I made sure to cross the path with my skis,
hoping that would count for
"crossing each other's paths"
since I had no desire to actually tango with it.
Before entering the woods,
I asked the large pine's permission,
since I realized that I had been wrong to assume
that it forgave me for the mistakes I've made.
I spoke with the Locust trees.
Woodpecker voiced its approval
and beat a rhythm in which to follow.
As my body carried me, my mind wandered.
I turned and asked my shadow
if it was of a kind person and it's reply was
"Yes, not to worry." Then, quiet.
The sun gave me energy and I responded.
Feeling those warm rays of light this time of year
does a body good.
The 16 Acre Meadow was waiting for my visit
and had turned on all the splendor it could muster.
I was grateful and sent love to a friend who's
house I thought I could recognize four miles away
and a crow flew out of the Maples towards her place
to acknowledge that the message was being carried.
Assured that all was right,
I continued to send love to friends and family
and the sun and angel-wing snow were witness.
As I headed home, my mind processed thoughts that
had required time to complete and I was comforted.
My shoulders were lighter
and as I turned onto the final stretch to come home
I thought of a recent situation and said,
"I’ll leave this one alone.” and a loud
CRACK!
shot out from the sugar bush and my mind replied,
"OK, how about I just tread lightly" and another
snap!
but this time it was a tame acceptance of my choice.
Nature's consult = priceless.
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