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| Picture copyright Greg A. Hartford at http://www.acadiamagic.com/. |
We set off to enjoy our
favorite pastime, a long walk in Acadia National Forest. As a change of
pace, we thought we would go from Eagle Lake to a trail in the saddle that
separates Eagle Lake from Jordan Pond. Altogether, we walked about seven
miles. Our walk turned into a hike.
On the return trip, we left the
limpid water of Jordan Pond behind and plunged into the birch forest of the
saddle between two hills called the Bubbles. The trail went uphill in
this direction; and, as the day was moving toward dusk, the sun splashed through the saw-edged birch leaves dappling their closely clustered slender
white trunks with shimmering light. We were hiking into a canopy of
glowing, living light.
I stopped in my tracks. I
breathed deeply the cool, green air, my soul swimming in a pool of
eternity. The light, the trees, the rocks invited me to rest and release,
to a happy sense that I existed in a marvelous beauty and harmony that far
outweighed my worries.
In the gift of that moment, I
could briefly grasp that our world is saturated with God's eternal loving
kindness.
How did I get to that
moment? All we did was turn around and see the path from a different
angle and in a different light.
Being pleasantly weary and in the company of my beloved also helped.
Being pleasantly weary and in the company of my beloved also helped.
We found ourselves in another view.
