This morning I woke up a mess. I hardly slept at all. Everything hurt. I knew I was in trouble when I heard
a Fleetwood Mac song and just started bawling for no real reason. I wanted to curl up but I noticed I
really needed to unfurl and fly. So off for my walk in the humid 80 degree weather. The first lap or two was quit painful. Hips, back, leg ,knee and feet ached. So it was a slow shuffle , one foot of front of the
other mind mostly blank. Then I saw her far away , way up in a tree. She was sky high and shrilling out.
Singing loud and louder. My friend the white grey hawk was about and her children where ridding the
the air currents. Soaring and swooping . The joy that shot from them into me is indescribable . Before
I knew it my pace picked up. My aches were gone . I was walking with purpose now to find them again.
To watch the gift that I have been given . That is the reason for my daily walks to see God’s majesty . To
find it in the wind ,sun , birds and flowers . Then to find me and joy.