...and the rain falls...
The 'Kids' and I left early this morning for our daily walk. Heavy overcast, rain sporadic earlier, threatening to burst heavy at any minute. Not cold, but not a warm day, either. Neither comfortable nor uncomfortable. A good first day of summer for walking and thinking.
Summer is the growth time, the time of freshening the spirit for the coming cold months. Deeply cold months.
Even in the rain, it's time for growth and introspection.
Footsteps pounding the ground, swishing through the knee high grass, soaking the lower legs and feet as I follow the hounds bounding gaily ahead, noses to the ground one moment, in the air the next. A blade of grass here, chewed and swallowed or coughed back out. Scattering like partridge at a sound or sight of something invisible to me and they chase each other in and out the underbrush, through muddy swamp patches, to emerge black with smelly muck on their lithe white bodies. Droplets of mud and water swirl about them as they shake themselves free a moment before flitting again into the undergrowth, losing themselves to my sight in the dark woods.
All around me is northern forest- pines, some islands of poplar and here and there a bright white birch. Not silent at all. Even on such a day there are robins singing their trill song, a squirrel chattering, mosquitoes buzzing about me, deer flies attempting quick snacks of my flesh, droplets of water falling from the trees above and around me, from the sky above, the joyous barks of the pups, playful growling.
It isn't perfect. But it's close. Quiet, for all intents and purposes. Peaceful, despite those out of sight lives being snatched by carnivores to make their daily meal. No animosity or angst or fear or despair.
Just life and living it.
Just like the dogs ahead of me- my 'Kids'. Not concerned with what was going on in the world about them, just what they were doing, enjoying, loving, bounding among.
And as the rains fall harder, we get soaked to the skin, chilled by the rivulets finding their way behind the collar, down between shoulder blades and tickling my waist.
We're still a mile from the house and the decision comes to me because I know it's the right one, that it's led by the Spirit and what He desires of me for the moment.
My life has been filled with anger and cynicism of late, sometimes hate and hateful, disparaging.
Anger at my government, at people around me, at people I don't know. At myself.
Cynicism is part of my make-up, my nature. I don't believe everything. Usually don't believe anything but what I have felt, tasted, seen, with my own senses. What I've seen in myself isn't warming and I know it's time to extinguish some fires and light others.
It' time to spend more time where I belong, seeking and relearning, growing once again close to what really matters to me, to communing with the One Who Is I Am, and refreshing the Spirit within me.
Summer... sometimes wet. Sometimes warm. Sometimes dry. Sometimes cold. Always time to get out...
Time to get beyond the walls and back into the trees, the lakes and rivers... time to feel the movement of the kayak beneath me, to feel the pull of the blade moving me ahead... to smell the campfire and the coffee cooking beside the platter of fresh caught fish... to let the smoke sting my eyes and wipe away the tear that is not from pain or suffering or despair... time to feel a belly hunger from exertion and work rather than a time-piece... time to once again feel the jolt of surprise and exhilaration atop a roller coaster wave or the close contact of a bear sniffing my toes... time to feel the joy of sleep come upon the breast of the earth beneath my body. Time to once again spend a day reading only one Word, singing one hymn, having one thought, hearing only one Voice. Time to enjoy it again while I have yet this one summer remaining. Who knows how many more will be available? Who knows what fate will befall this great country before this summer is past?
Let's all take one more deep breath of freedom while we still can.
I'll see you after freeze up. After the Season of Refreshing.