It was unexpected . As I walked along a well loved , urban path around a lake I paused . Delicate looking leaves sitting atop the water and the tree above reflected in a beautiful blue . The rich , inspiring colors and shapes all came together in order to create a story . I took a step towards the edge of the water and just slightly removed from the passerby’s . And for a moment was like a magical haven .
In the northern hemisphere we have a chill in the air . Winter storms , at times light and lovely or wild and harsh , that slow down our pace . Perhaps memories of childhood snow days bring a smile as we keep warm inside .
Is it the prettiest package and nifty trinket inside that lights up our hearts ? I venture to guess it is rather the thought and time that remains in our thoughts .
The very spirit of giving is inspirational and contagious . A beautiful flow of humanity creating a web . A gentle kindness towards a stranger can make your own heart sing . La la la …let the joy in and then give it away again .
An extra can of soup purchased at the store and donated on the way out of the door . Check on a neighbor and think of how it must feel that somebody cares .
What better way to celebrate the season of miracles amongst so many faiths than to step beyond our busyness and let people know that they are cared about .
A moment held and telling a story . It speaks not only of this moment of life’s history and evolution . It speaks of endurance intertwined with fragility and of quietness and courage . The story of a lone bison standing in stillness on the volcano known as Yellowstone and myself , the lone explorer , standing in the threshold of what was and what is . Welcoming the freedom of quietness in a pause and willingly entering the mystery .