We are walkers of the between,
those who move between earth and sky,
sun and cloud,
water and shore,
moon and horizon,
wing and tree,
ordinary and mystical.
We sense the questions,
unasked,
in a society that hopes
we will not think or sing.
We make prayers
with what we find
and know:
scraps and strings,
moonbeams and wind,
thorn and feather,
the forgotten things
we see
that remind us who we are
and where to go…
Last week we went to pick up our Word of the Year charm order (Branded Jane Designs). After we got them, we decided to go on a walk at a nearby conservation area. We got there while the sky was really magical with its perfect reflection in the lake—giving a sensation of somehow being on a “sky bridge” of lands. We ended up walking around the entire lake on a trail we hadn’t previously known was there or walked on before. By the time we got back to the car the sun was setting (which probably would have made even more magical photos but we had to get home). I had been feeling crabby and stretched thin as I often feel at this time of year, but after our mini adventure I felt replenished and restored. So grateful we went ahead and paused in the doing to take such a nice walk.
