On the Trail

I hear the world differently than you. Visual cues present themselves, and guide me in ways unknown to most. I hear rustling leaves through oscillating shimmer, as they dance to an East wind’s command. The splash of a Northern Pike delights me, as ripples radiate then fade to still waters. A loon’s crimson eyes rise and fall in royal splendour, as its lonely call brushes my soul. Night falls as ashen shadows and azure skies cloak reflective silence. All who bear witness unite in my world. I am not alone in the presence of the night birch.

Resist the temptation and directives to place nation and self before others. Search out the glowing light in others, and lift it up for all to see.  The land takes its rest from sunbaked skies, and blankets itself in quilts of white and crystal shimmer.  Be open to others and embrace the changes they also bring to our lives. We are of one family on this planet, and will only dance with the joy of acceptance when we resist the move towards isolation.