All Good Things Come to Those who Wait
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Silently Drawn
She took a deep inhale of the clean air and looked out over the valley below. The sun was setting and the red rocks around her shone like they were on fire. The hike to this place was always tough but it was worth the effort. She felt as if she were on top of the world. There were times when she needed to be in this place of majestic beauty to remind her that there were good things in the world.
Clean air. Beauty of nature that took one's breath away. The feel of the rocks under her boots as she made her way upward to touch the sky.
Here is where she pulled in the natural energies of the earth to recharge. Where her mind would clear and she could gain a positive perspective once again.
She loved these places where nature was unspoiled.
They reminded her that the world will continue onward no matter what happened to her in the everyday world. She could rely on nature to bring her back to herself. She could take in the wildness of the world and say, yes I am a part of it.
She stood, dusted the red dirt from her pants and took another deep inhale of the crisp evening air. Night was falling and soon the stars that one only saw in this unpolluted place would send their light shining down.
Now that she had her perspective back into place she could see all of the things she had facing her these days much clearer.
Backwards was not a way to look but she would tuck away some of those good memories and not so good ones in the file cabinet of her mind.
It is interesting when one lets go, truly just lets go of all expectation and begins to see all things with bright possibility change begins to happen.
The future looks interesting for sure.
She smiled as she took in the scenery before her one more time.
Life was always like this scene right here; lovely, exciting and grand.
One just had to see it.
She hefted her pack on her shoulder and turned to head down the steep mountain trail to find her next adventure.
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