The months passed, situations arose, life continued. Yet no walks. Restorative, beautiful walks waited. Then the day. Carefully bundled, cautiously stepping as boots navigated the ice-covered path. Oh, so beautiful! Good to be back. Fresh air filled grateful lungs. My eyes beheld the transformed lake. Ice covered. So different from the warm waters of early Fall. The first walk of the season. What season?
Then stillness–followed by an unfamiliar sound. A trickle? Water streaming below frozen water! Water rising from the deep freeze! The sound so beautiful I could not leave. The beautiful sound of emergence–change–newness of life amid the frozen waters! What a beautiful sound.
Can it be that we too rise from the deep freeze of life, from sadness amid life transitions, from uncertainty, misunderstanding and doubt? In each epoch of our lives there is a first walk of the season. The divine source of life trickles through our questioning hearts bringing new life, understanding and hope. Oh, what a beautiful sound.
It all begins with the first walk of the season.
Blessings and peace