Winter Solitude

 

Just outside my backdoor

is an all-encompassing quiet

that wraps it's arms around me.

Softly, gently,

reminding me of the gifts of each moment--

the unexpected scent of balsam when no pines are in sight,

slumbering trees wearing a coat of white,

a sparkling snowflake all star-shaped and happy.

Winter's abyss can be lonely,

I'm grateful for the reminder,

of such peaceful bliss that waits for me

each day if I just pay attention.

The river does what it's supposed to do. It follows the path predetermined for it. There is no resistance. No complaints.

It winds it's way around bends.Swishes and sways to it's own special rhythm. Jumps cliffs if it needs to just to be embraced by the earth once again.

It does all of this with faith, listening to it's true nature. No fear, no second guessing, no worries.  Then true acceptance as it encounters the sea.

How wonderful to live as a river.