Monday, February 8, 2010
I didn't do my own Friday challenge on Friday. I did it yesterday. I took Mr. Hoagy for a trudge through the woods. It was overcast and although I had my camera there wasn't anything that leaped out at me. Anything significant if you know what I mean. Then, quietly, I realized that is what was the important thing. It wasn't a brilliant shining day. It wasn't cold. It was soft, gentle, unassuming. It was like that t-shirt that you just love although no one says a thing when you wear it because it is grey and doesn't have any sequins on it. It is warm and soft and grey and so was the day. And why was I always looking for the big thing? The big cosmic lesson, the buck with his antlers glistening in the sun spangled air, the rabbit beating its way down the trail, the heart-shaped rock or the woodpecker cracking the silence with his rat-a-tat-tat. Why couldn't I just once, just right in that moment, accept the soft grey day as good onto itself? The air was soft, the path was manageable, the dog happy to be sniffing along - checking his various spots for signs of other animals. In short, it was a very good, no big-deal walk. And sometimes that is better than gold.