The music began with the crunching of slate and dirt under my shoes,
as I made my way down the access road that would lead me to my
constant and sympathetic friend,Pine Log.Pine Log's sympathy
means so much to me for it has been around so long,and has
seen so much.The stories it could tell! The pictures it could paint!
Pine Log in July is a mature Pine Log.The days of its infancy has past.
Its thinking has changed,it wears a new set of clothes.The tenderness
of spring has past.Left only,are etched memories of impatient green
and gold buds,luminous green leaves,angelic bluebells,and most
importantly,the palpable magic that hangs in the new air of spring.
I sat on the familiar bench overlooking a slow moving,elegant,in a
primal way,Pine Log. The most magnificent aerial concert came
floating out across the methodical waters.Warbles,tweets,and calls,
in different tones,different decibels,different ranges,all at once,yet
wonderfully synchronized,captivating,comforting.
A mature Pine Log,instead of lamenting what was to come,
was showing me how to observe and enjoy the moment.
I sat,consoled,soothed, renewed,on the banks of a mature
Pine Log,and I too, felt mature.
So glad you took comfort in Pine Log today. I especially liked "constant and sympathetic" friend. In your trying time, Pine Log was always there waiting for you to draw comfort.
ReplyDeleteA mature Pine Log. I never thought of it that way! It was an infant but it, like us, has had to put away the things of youth. Still, there is joy in Pine Log, there is, I sense, peace in its maturity. Gods world always teaches me something. I've had you on my mind, knowing these last ten days or so have been a struggle, but you turned to the great healer and he met you beside the "elegant" waters and treated you.
Wonderful post. Makes me miss Pine Log so much!