On my walk yesterday I went in search of a boot and a shoe, taken by our visiting dog Charlie to harass and worry before discarding in hot pursuit of a rabbit.
I didn’t find either but I did find stretches of land hidden in small dips and behind cedar gatherings that I can’t see from my office window.
And an uprooted tree that had fallen un-noticed.
I half expected to meet a fellow rambler to whom I would doff my cap and make a slight gesture with my hand in recognition.
I had to remind myself that I am not on public property
and anyone who treads where I am, unless invited, is trespassing.
I pictured myself in a long dress and cowboy boots toting a rifle over my shoulder that grazed my wide brimmed hat with its barrel.
I stood still and looked back through the bare branches and marveled at our house set in a dip on the land.
My heart burst and sprinkled my tongue with songs of joy and when I lifted up my face I caught the sky getting ready for bed behind the winter shapes of our trees.
I am always awed that this acreage is mine…
A Hug From God
To fill my mouth with laughter.
The Lord has done great things for me and I am glad indeed. (Psalm126)
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2015-11-25 15:05:30
How beautiful you said it. I am glad you love it so.
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