Our southern weather turned brisk over night this week. One day it was 90 degrees, and the next it was 68. We leave the windows opened so we can justify lighting a fire in the fire place. We can wear jeans and long sleeves without them sticking to us with sweat. I can sip a cup of hot tea outside on the patio without it overheating me. With this sort of rare and perfect weather there’s no better plan than taking my favorite dog and my camera out for a walk in the woods. It wasn’t a Robert Frost sort of amble where I had to make a decision at a crossroad. I think I’m already on that journey of the road less travelled. I suppose that’s a confession of my age, though I’d rather use the word “maturity”. This walk had the simple goal to leave my concerns behind and dwell deeply in the moment and make it last for as long as I could bother my dog to walk or until I’d exhausted my photographic options.
Somehow my own voice rests in the woods and I can better hear the whispering of God in my heart. I can better see where I’ve been like Jonah thinking it was possible to hide from God’s view and avoid immediate obedience on certain matters. Those matters of which I know I’ve been asked to do are coaxed out of hiding and it seems all at once easy for me to turn them into items on my task list. The strength, wisdom and energy to perform seems readily available as I acquiesce.
Walking Lucy is a near perfect therapy when I need to be convinced that coming out of my shell is a worthy endeavor. The wind in the tree tops, the orchestra of bird song, the scampering rabbits and the happy trot of my bulldog show me that life is all around me and it’s full of beauty and color.
I am refreshed to participate in this beauty. A good long walk banishes all reasons for holding onto worry, feeling sad or dwelling on unmet expectations. It’s a lesson in feeling the life of the moment and feeling God’s presence. I go home feeling grateful.