It is Tuesday and time to write a 'Slice of Life."
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We plodded along in good cheer plus muck and mud, moving slowly. Unfortunately, the light snow from the other day, coupled with warming temperatures, created hiking havoc with the trail. Each of us slipped unexpectedly, a time or two.
It’s funny how, when falling unexpectedly, one reaches out to grab – a movement akin to the automatic jerk our bodies make as we drift off to a deep sleep, this impulsive, desperate reach for something, anything, oh please! Hiking, one flails for another person’s flimsy jacket or a spindly sapling or a wild grasp of sheer air. That last one, oops! Down one goes.
That was us, this hiking day. Were we hiking? Or was this an episode of Candid Camera? Thankfully, there were no bruises, no injuries, just slip slide pierced pride. Each of these goofs led to unbridled laughter together. This is why one wears old clothes. This is why one wears hiking boots. This is why one hikes with dear friends. Remember that time when . . .
It was an absolutely marvelous day! Just look about!
Perhaps I got too busy snapping photos of all the gorgeousness around me. A glorious winter day of bright sunshine and crisp air! How I love the woods! The next thing I knew, the trail had disappeared and we had no idea where we were or which way to head.
This is hiking.
There was my husband in the lead, with his hiking app open on his phone, suggesting that we start bushwhacking.
Bushwhacking –
To force one’s way through a forested or overgrown area where no path exists.
I heard my husband say –
“We should reach the trail soon.”
Ugh. So be it. I’m pulling up the rear here, I’ve been too lost in thought, all I can do is follow follow follow.
I really don’t like bushwhacking. Every bramble reaches for me, snagging and harassing. I have no idea which way we are supposed to be going. It is a total trust walk – and, hmm, do I lack trust?
Just then, a fluttery commotion within the overgrown wilds along the tributary glorious great blue heron in flight we saw it lift off with its choir robe wingspan spread so wide sailing into the blue sky away from us we witnessed pure elegance
We would have missed this magical beauty if we had stayed on our path. There’s a message in this, yes?
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