predictably... unpredictable...
the text came at 10am, "meet me at XXX! Wear comfortable shoes and bring your camera." and with zero hesitation I said yes. Tossed my to-do list in the fire place, grabbed my camera and out the door I went. It was the first time in many many years I let my gypsy soul take over. I had no idea where the destination would be, only that my heart needed an adventure... and so I went with it! We arrived at Red Rock Canyon, early in the afternoon... and hiked the California Trail.
I wanted him to see how independent I was, that I could do whatever I set my mind to... and so I refused to ask for help in those first steep inclining steps. My body revolting, and my mind telling me I was nuts - I had not been hiking in any fashion in almost a year, not since Colorado! and so... I pushed myself to keep going, struggling, but thats when it happened...
his hand stretched to reach my arm... gently holding on, just to guide me, just a bit of stability. Just enough to calm my irrational thoughts of failing once again.
As I looked at him, I realized he was doing what he had always done - all of these years - he was just quietly there in the background of my noisy brain, just incase I needed him.
In that moment... things became clear
the finite details of nature...
that even though things die.....
there is always a breath of new life to come at any moment... as long as you let it...
That is the day that I realized... he was my shelter, even when I am the storm....
