Where I answered the Calling
On a day where beautiful uncertainty was forecast, I could feel the calling.
Although the warmth of my home held me throughout the morning, noon was approaching, and golden glimmers of the sun teased me through the patchy sky.
I softly sigh and close my eyes to try to connect with the calling once more.
Synchronicities aligned, I knew it was time to step out of my home, out of my mind, and let my heart wander.
Soon I found a quaint raised wooden path. A familiar sight in a new adventure felt like a friend strolled beside me.
Twists and turns journeyed me deep into welcoming nature, that gifted me with options to explore. I smiled, and allowed my intuition to decide.
I worn, yet sudden turning arrived where the ending of the path brought a hidden spot. I stopped and in my stillness I could hear the swish of tall reeds dancing.
Leaving the path behind, I step into the ground that call me. The crisp crunch of the fallen Autumn leaves before my feet bring my such joy. Suddenly I felt truley emmersed and my thirst for more dissolved.
In awe I stand, my eyes drawn to nature's hand. An offering of a fallen tree. That beckoned me to simply be. So I rested, so grateful for this moment, grateful for this morning where I answered the calling.