Morning Hike

Feb

2008

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There is a stark beauty to a Southern winter landscape. Green and flowered slopes give way to a snow-dusted carpet of leaves. Without the dense and verdant undergrowth, the moss skirts around all the silvery tree trunks shine like a field of fairy rings.

This morning I stood on top of a hill in absolute silence, looking down a ravine and up the next side, caught by the abstract loveliness of a the bright green rings against canvas of brown, white, and gray. The silence struck me as a bit odd – I couldn’t even hear any birds. Then, softly and from a distance, I heard the morning call of a crow and the tick, tick, tick of a woodpecker looking for breakfast.

As I headed back, more bird appeared, scratching and popping between mounds of leaves. A bluebird landed at my feet, and as I closed in on the trail head, a mockingbird let me know I had stepped too close to his feeding ground.

My spirit, my body felt energized by this short trip into the woods, almost as if I’d been reminded that there was yet so much to explore in this world, in God’s realm, with our bodies, minds, and spirit. It was a step UP into my day.

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