I feel like a misfit. When I doubt who I am and where I am going, I
come here. Not specifically the Shawnee National Forest, but an environment like this.
Notice how the trees unite as a forest and the minnows swimming in the lake come together as schools, while the birds, with their swooping gracefulness, form flocks that shadow the sky. Each group exists, committed100% to just being what they are.
What do you see when you look out your window?
Unplug. Give yourself back to your beginnings, like the trees, the waters, and fowl have done.
Go back to a time when you were just striving to be a child, learning to walk, to explore and you enjoyed the wide world that surrounded you. There were no words in your vocabulary like shouldn’t, couldn’t or wouldn’t. Lke this scene in all its glory, you were just a beautiful, one-of-a-kind being, curious and accepting of all that the world offered.
What good does it do, you ask?
Sometimes it is good to remember where we have come from.
We were once like the saplings in the forest, small and vulnerable, struggling to become what they are meant to be. If we slow down, we will notice that the saplings grow taller, wider and better. They strive to reach their purpose, stretching and swaying in the winds, just as we must learn to do during our strife.
Through the harsh winter the forest donates its leaves to shelter the less hardy vegetation lying at its roots. With total faith, the trees bare themselves, offering their abundance in a fanfare of rainbow colors, unaware of the lesser plants’ promise to return favor with the kindness of nourishment which the trees will need in spring.
How is that possible?
I went back to the river's beginnings at Lake Itasca, Minnesota. Here she is shallow and only twenty feet wide. We all have humble beginnings.