Forrest just read to us a poem a good friend and talented poet shared with him.
How good it made me feel – so full of life, love and beauty, and appreciation for the amazing natural world all around us. It left me floating with this line on my lips:
Dip your cup in the spring of life…
On a solitary snowshoe this Sunday, I went farther than planned, each step leading to one beyond, in a mindless, rhythmic, enchanting pace. Although without thought or pressure or care. During which time, my water bottle went dry, but I trusted to continue onward.
I came upon a little spring, having warmed its way through the snow on the southern slope of the hillside. A small dark patch in the sea of white, gently trickling with promise, a true oasis in a land we don’t consider such needs until those needs become imperative. I reached down and filled my bottle and savored the nectar of the sweet clean cold mountain water.
Such simple pleasures. Such a magnificent world that holds us in her arms.