I often walk in the forest surrounding my home early on a Sunday morning, even though I no longer have Kody as my walking companion. There is such a simple beauty here: leaves fallen to the ground lying on top of the snow, trees newly fallen from recent wind storms, animal tracks that perk my curiosity, and, simple foot trodden paths worn over the years.
A poem I’ve been reading lately reminds of being here –
“Again I resume the long
lesson: how small a thing
can be pleasing, how little
in this hard world it takes
to satisfy the mind
and bring it to its rest”.*
Walking in the woods this particular Sunday morning felt just like that poem.
* An excerpt from Sabbaths 1999, VII, by Wendell Berry.
