Wednesday, October 23, 2013

the path and the way

The path and the way

The ways the deer take are so clear and quiet feeling.
That’s the way I go.

I aimed for the river, 
Found the way,
Hearing the water.

Now to back track and make a path out of this experience,
Discovering how a path makes itself known.

Up the hill I discover this huge stone under the leaves
My path goes around it
Fallen trees help guide the way.

A root seat waited along the high banked stream
My feet rest on the large stone
 the water moves across.
Clean water from the earth
is a wonder.

One day I found a Virginia version of the Steintheater in Hellbrun
A silent place for worship not entertainment.

The old wire fence line is down 
It crosses my path and makes a great jumping point.
Delighting the kid in me,
It always makes me smile.

Each day I go a little further
Or I just retrace the steps from the day before.
I love how I forget and remember and discover my way.

An orange hat is probably a good idea, or my red-orange scarf.
 I really don’t want to be mistaken for a deer. 
It is hunting season.

I am hunting my path but with a different kind of aim,
The hunted deer gifted itself to the Indian hunter.
The hunter always said thank you.

A path through the woods to the river
and everything that comes and goes on the way
Are what I am gifted with.
I cannot stop saying thank you.