Some of my best times of the day are simply walking through our property, and letting the subconscious do all the heavy lifting.
It’s the refreshing times of silence, no conversation or sounds emanating from a speakers vibration. No computers except for the phone in my hand that allows me to share my morning rumination.
Throughout the night it rained, thundered and lightening flashed. Everything is freshened and dripping water to the ground. The day is cloudy, birds are chirping and somewhere a dog barks.
Perhaps it’s simply about enjoying the bounty of the natural world. Could it be we are created for the “Eden” and not the man-made distresses?
We often look to Saturday as our true day of relaxation, but ask any ministry person and they will tell you it’s often a work day preparing for tomorrow’s day of rest.
8 a.m…. Life is calling. Time to get up and face the challenges.
Wait. Do I hear a poem drumming through my subconscious? Yep. Here it is:
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
