Yes, home again, home again, jiggety jig! It’s already Wednesday and we have been back since late Saturday night.
Sunday, I TOTALLY had to sleep to recover from the long trip home. Monday, I TOTALLY wanted to spend several hours helping my sister work through her garage full of stuff in preparation for their move Saturday. Tuesday, I TOTALLY was busy with Thing A in the morning hours, Thing B in the afternoon, and Thing C in the evening.
Finally, today I am here to tell you I am here!
Back to work at the store last evening. I enjoyed my five hours working. At one point, though, a store manager asked me to take on the responsibility of selling something (for a good cause) to at least four people during the evening.
And that reminded me …
While we were on vacation on the Island of Intermittent Internet, I had a realization …
The wilderness isn’t trying to sell me anything. It’s not trying to get my attention with more choices, louder commercials, or faster images.
The wilderness is made up of many parts that all just do their own thing. Although there are some male birds who do try to get the attention of their female counterparts, the colors and sounds there are peaceful and unobtrusive.
No signs advertising anything. No evident government intrusion into my experience of the wilderness. Small notices — two buoys signaling “no wake.”
I realize not everyone loves the wilderness like I do! I wonder where others get this kind of quiet, this being apart from the noise and chaos of the city.
While I sat writing this post, on the bank of the channel, I saw:
Trees leaning out over the water;
Tangles of lilypads on the water surface;
Partially submerged branches;
The reflection of the trees in the water;
Concentric circles appearing in the water, then dissipating;
Towering white pines;
The shimmering reflection of the water scurrying along the underside of overhanging branches like natural chaser lights;
Everything swaying gently in the breeze.
Even the canoes full of campers would make very little sound if the campers were listening instead of talking. “Let’s play the quiet game,” I heard one of them say. “OK,” says another, “I lose!”
There is a reality that we can damage our natural resources; the oceans, the waterways, forests, and I wonder what difference it would make if we considered that it is beyond humanity’s capability to create an ocean or build a mountain range or do anything more than observe or possibly explain how such ecosystems work.
One cannot find a person or government agency that put these lilypads in this lake (although one can believe in Someone who did). No one who decided where the actual lilies would float. No one who engineered the coasts, riverbanks, lakefronts.
Being in the wilderness always reminds me of the vastness of the universe. The quiet refreshes and calms me. I come away from such a journey with a peaceful heart.
Where do YOU find such refreshment?