have you ever had one of those days where you run into someone’s wall of pain, so hard, you have to leave the pavement to take a break from it all? well, I have, and I did, not long after lunch. and after a systematic trip through the recesses of another human being’s personal and public oral description of their life in hell on earth, I climbed back into my vehicle feeling 80 years older. Checking my phone, the time blinked 3:00 in the afternoon, and by my internal calculations, every last remaining appointment would now have to be rescheduled for another day. sure, maybe, just maybe, I did some good in this world listening and all, but…
well, the whole thing makes me tired. I just wanna take a nice little nap.
so….I quit early, drove down the road…drove down the road some more…until I fond a nice little spot with a luxurious leather lazyboy and accompanying grill and…I mean, a nice little parking space alongside a nice little stream with nice little deer running around. in other words, 10,000 times more relaxing than a documentary on the joys of wart removal, than how they actually make chicken McNuggets in real life, than a 2 hour conversation with someone who has 10 times more problems than you, your dog, and your neighbor’s dog combined.
sure, it was a bit brisk out there today, but the air does wonders for a brain beset with the frailties of man (or woman). there, amongst the piney woods, I could drink in the aroma of the manly trees, and feel at home, out among the pine needles, dirt, and fallen leaves. I could sit in the symphony of the breeze, the music through the trees, and find my Maker so much closer than before. Because, the natural is closer than the man-made.
and here the subtle…spiritual…becomes more focused. when you ask for a sign from God in the busy man-made world, the noise and mortality of it confuses the mind. but far from the man-made, God’s signs are there, waiting for you. you have to be in the right place. and you cannot be in the right place when you are surrounded by the things that won’t last, the things some chase after, the cares that weigh heavy on too many hearts…that mean so very little in the light of the full timeline of life. like the run on sentence I just wrote, life becomes a run on sentence when you are looking for God in all the wrong places.
so, I saw the sign clearly, when I looked up…and turned. and found the best seat in the forest. and sat down. and..
found the place I needed to be.
it is so important to find that place where you can spend time with God, without distractions, so you can find the God of peace in the place of peace.
you capture my mood
you capture my sun
so sorrow surrenders another day
dissipating droplets from finger-limbs
the rails will rust through another rain
and tears will wash away in the torrent
as you capture my breath
as you capture my wish
and I like these seasons
am renewed once again.
no words, just pictures…that is all we need late in the summer sun. no expressions, just a moment that lingers. the icy gel of white-tipped waves in a basin planned by engineers…i turn away from the dam, the unnatural spillway, and watch the waves. for mystery and happiness is so much better than numbers and drawings…
where the yellow tipped goldenrod take over the fields, and crickets invade where grasshoppers play, this hidden-from-the-road pond offers a respite from the late summer sun for many a creature. i do not venture so closely, since the cattail mud is not far from my boots. but when the white of winter freezes over the remains of fall, i will be there, curious and equally impressed, sneaking a glimpse…before it changes again.