11 And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord. And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake: 12 And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice. 1 Kings 19:11-13 (KJV)
A hushed overcast morning walk; no barking dogs, no birds singing, and not even the sound of yellow school bus brakes in the distance.
For some reason, everything was hushed……With the exception of the wind winding it’s way along my route; gently pushing me
and the leaves.
Falling…dancing
down as if they kept changing their mind about where they wanted to land. Golds, crimsons, and fire oranges fluttered in a symphony of colors, shades and hues.
The animals were even hushed as if waiting. An occasional hiding squirrel snapped a twig or two but the birds were still and absent.
Hurricane Sandy covers 1.8 million square miles
Perhaps the reason for the hush was the result of being in the outskirts of Hurricane Sandy?
Funny that when something is dying; it seems to become the most vibrant, the most alive. The ordinary becomes extraordinary.
morning walk treasures brought home
I find it hard uncomfortable to be still and quiet. My New Years Resolution of walking every morning has disciplined me to still myself and listen to my thoughts….contemplating things I normally push away or do not make time for. Now, I crave this time alone.
Problems with my vocal cords have kept me quieter than normal this summer and fall. This has been hard for me. Perhaps the lesson is to listen more.
“The quieter you become the more you can hear.” Ram Dass
Surprising stubborn roses made their appearance amidst all the autumn colors. I saw them in my peripheral as my walk ended.
As my middle child would say, “It doesn’t match, but it ‘goes’.”
Crazy quilting patterns light up the morning in the house too. The pieces do not match either but it ‘goes’.
Wishing you a morning of hush-ness, a symphony of colors, and a small, still voice.
