My Sanctuary

​There’s nothing like a Frosty Pre-Dawn walk in the woods with a little Black Hound Dog to invigorate the Body and the Mind. Once under the Cover of Holly and Pine the Scents come Flooding into my Brain, Stimulating a Primordial Sense of Belonging in Nature, a Camaraderie with Birds and Beast alike. Walking a Deserted Dirt Path, I hear a pack of Coyotes in the Distance, yipping and yarooing their own Special Songs. The Sounds Stop my companion in her Tracks as she Scents the Air with Nostrils Flaring and Nose Raised to the Heavens. Contented they Pose No Immediate Threat, she Follows me Deeper into the Forest. In a Clearing, I watch hundreds of Blackbirds in Murmuration, dipping and swooping and diving as One as they loudly Announce their Presence in my space. Crows Caw in the distance back and forth in the tree tops and Songbirds chatter Low in the background. I see the Vapor Trails of my own Breath in the Still Morning Air and Hear the Huff of Hazel Mae as she Snuffles the Trails of Animals left from the night before. As the Cold Pale Light Finally Breaks through the Underbrush All is Hushed as if in Reverence to the Rising of the Sunday Morning Sun. Take the Time to Notice the Connectivity of Us All and be Grateful for the Silence and the Peace, no matter how Fleeting. It is here that the Soul is Restored and Able to pick up the Pieces to Carry On…