This morning standing on the ridgeline trail, looking down at the large creek, my mind was in turmoil with life's challenges. Summoned down by something, I beat my way through the brush down the ridge. A physical challenge is a good remedy for the spinning mind.
I found an old grey fallen tree halfway down the slope. I rested on it and watched the geese wade into the water. Another goose announced itself in the treetops and landed in a calm pocket of the current.
Wanting to be closer to the scene - in it - I followed a deer trail down to the water. I sat on a log on the ridge side. The sound of the water clearing my mind - I checked my watch - but knew it didn't matter.
I spoke truth into the rushing water, but no one heard.
Snaps behind me - a trample - popping up, I saw a deer leaping down the trail directly at me. I whistled, not knowing if my bright blue jacket would help the deer see me. 15 feet off, it turned and sprang back up the hill.
Then with calm in my heart, I scrambled back up the ridge, ready for the world that waits.
All the truth in the river
All the challenge in the day
my work in both.