In this place the rhythms of nature seed a longing for the wild into senses of my life virtually undiscovered. The rapids storming into the lake a mile away, dozens of various song-birds and throaty frogs line the shores with an orchestrated sound menagerie. Two bald eagles chirping nearby at their nest and a distant loon haunting the fog accent the occasional animal or fish lunging and splashing the still waters. I can only sit and let my eyes drink in what is before me as my ears interpret what is beyond. I can only whisper “wow” words to the Creator as emotions run with the moment. And I was there.
A part of me will always be there. Those seeds have grown some mighty roots. The longing for beauty to behold as well as the understanding that somehow there could be a sense of beauty in me because I have beheld and it has taken root. I will admit to being changed by this wilderness. I just hope I can pass some of this on to you however a thin slice you might see.
What changes you?