A New Song

Spring is coming. I can tell by the changes of my park. I hear a new song, sweet high pitched of a dipping bird flying from juniper tree to gambel oak shrubs. Its an early morning song that greets the first eastern sunbeam landing across a tree branch. I smell her coming; just standing close to a tree nose pressed against the bark. It stings in my nostrils, I sneeze then inhale another whiff of spring sap running in the tree. After work I know longer scramble home to get out while I still have daylight. I leisurely take my time knowing I have an hour to walk in my park looking for cotton tail rabbits, ermine and elk.

Spring brings about transformation. I'm laughing out loud. So many people are going to workshops, talk shops, classes, retreats to get refreshed, reconnected and paying a lot of money to do. You can walk out to your back yard, local park and sit. Be still.....I am reminded of a song my mother use to sing, "Peace Be Still" It was something about the verse "Whenever the Lord says "Peace" there is peace." That song verse is my chant as I walk watching the sun decline in the sky. Peace. It is a word I've know since I could walk and play in creeks. I have strived to have it a constant in my life. The challenge is not fighting what is, opening my heart to life fully. This includes what some people call negative situations; which I see as an opportunity or experience to grow through. Nature can give you that time out, reconnect, refresh feeling. It can give you peace beyond words, carrying you to a state of being I call bliss. It's obtainable. My only words of wisdom is to keep living. When you feel hopeless or helpless check yourself. There are only two emotions really love and fear. Which one are you living out of? Now go play.

Zion Nation Park

The Patriarchs