I spent a four day weekend with my husband and son in Baxter State Park...it has been much to long since I have been enfolded in the power of Mother Nature. It was what I needed right now, at this present moment. It has been so long, that at one point, on one of our walks, I felt the stillness and quiet actually crawl up inside me and start a healing process and a slowing down. I had a clear vision, for the first time in a long time of where I want to go and what I want to do. So many gifts are found walking softly in the forest of life. So much to channel if we pay attention to those gifts we are shown in the world of nature.
The photo of the Eagle above is a rare gift. I know that and I appreciate the dance it shared with me. I appreciated seeing it teach it's young how to fend for themselves now. Ah but the young mimic the youth of today and one baby squawked at it's Mom, loud and clear and she just ignored him. I have never witness such Mothering love in the wild before. Finally the Mom had had enough and flew from the tree. She approached the water from behind me and I only was able to capture her leaving with the fish...I did not see her catch it but the gift of this photo will always be a treasure of my time spend re-uniting with Nature in the deep woods of our beloved Maine. Way up in Millinocket...on South Twin Lake. Next to Baxter State Park.
I felt the earth envelope my feet, and make me strong enough to walk through the seasons of life. I was breathing in the fresh air cleaned by thousands and thousands of trees, a natural air filter. I felt the warmth of the sun on my face without the harsh winds and I saw gifts from the forest floor. Turning leaves of red maple, orange mushrooms that look like toad stools. Signs that summer will soon give way to Autumn. Pine and oak and fresh scents that hold you in their perfume. Ponds, lakes, rivers and streams. Clean, fresh water without polutens. Clouds, blue sky and even some rain drops...and it all came back. My love of knowing I needed the woods. To be rejuninate with its powers of concentration and relaxation.
Maybe I can't get way up to Baxter often but the woods are in my own back yard. All I need to do is go there. Go there more often. To get center and breath in life to set my internal clock. Perhaps if I go often enough, I will soar like the Eagle again...and feed my soul.
Happy Birthday Chris...thanks for still walking with me and Dad...and thanks also for understanding and loving Mother Nature...she has been good to us and for us...love you.