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.