It's amazing how often I take to solitary reflection of my life. Like a car on a highway slowing down to pull off onto the shoulder and take good long look at the scenery, I find that I enjoy just pausing for a moment in my quest for financial independence/ artistic expression/holy matrimony/culinary mastery/Pulitzer Prize winning photojournalism/yadda-yadda-yadda. In the still coolness of mental pause, I smell grass, flowers, a whiff or two of cool mountain air tingling my nose. I hear/feel the sound of grass moving in a breeze. I turn my face to the bright soul-light of God's unconditional love and grace -- and I am sane again.
My senses reel with delight and anticipation. There is no stress, there never was save that which I create for myself. The only vehicle on this high plains road, I get out and lean against the door. Silence only broken by the wind, and song birds in the distant. An eagle or some other bird of prey cries from heights I can't fathom. This feels good. This feels right. Just as my life is.
It is good, it is right. It flows like a river -- rocky in places, smooth as glass in others. It rounds bends, flows through shrouded woods, glistens in the sunlight and the moonlight. It is me. And it is good.
