At Waters Edge

"It is only when we silent the blaring sounds of our daily existence that we can finally hear the whispers of truth that life reveals to us, as it stands knocking on the doorsteps of our hearts. "     ~K.T. Jong
 It all came home to roost this morning and I found myself fatigued, exhausted, weary, how many ways can I say tired? My body too reminds me that I'm not 20 anymore and that travel is to this decade of my life what drinking too much was to my earlier ones. I think, if I'm honest with myself, I even moaned around the house and getting in and out of the car, but I'm trying not to admit it.
As kids and animals do, they manage to force you beyond what you feel you want to do to what you really ought to do. Begrudgingly I walked my dog after doing the carpool thing this morning. Out we went to her favorite spot, the long grassy area between our little lakes here where I live. The place I live has a name that means Peaceful and boy is it ever. We have several lakes, three of which are viewing distance from my front windows, and a preserve that is home to several birds the most famous being a pair of American bald eagles. The closer CJ and I walked to the lakes the more the beauty of the area unfolded before us. At the waters edge were several ducks and skimming over the water in a circular flight path was a larger bird. It is always breathtaking. Today, though, was different. In the middle of the smaller lake there was the otter that I had been told about. It took me a second to realize it, and it took him a second to see me. I stood completely still, don't ask me why, I think I just didn't want to see him go away. Right here, in my backyard, an otter. Amazing. And then he was gone. The most amazing part is, so are my aches and pains, my fatigue, exhaustion, weariness and headache. In a short moment, with no trumpets sounding no prior announcement, my whole world has reset itself and peace is restored. I am blessed to be so lucky......
 

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