[Note: My brain’s still not decompressed enough to try conveying the experience of my European river cruise in a blog post. But I’m more-or-less settled in Germany now, and it’s a stage of life I’ll want taken down for posterity. So here’s a glimpse into my day-before-yesterday.]
Walked out to the forest with some Stranger Than True friends in the hope of maybe getting some highly important, “Outlaws of Avalon”-related photos.
We didn’t find the shots I wanted.
Instead, we found magic.
Lots of little everyday magic.
The way the early-fading light hit things.
The many-shaded piles of clouds.
The snow-globe fall of hail, fine as salt.
The rise of smoke like fire-mist from a chimney.
Moss and wood and leaves and stone and stair railings.
A painted sun on an old barn door.
The blue, blue sky reflected in a window.
Shiny glass panes billowing like bubbles waiting to be.
The dance of a willow.
Puddles on the cobbles.
The smell of old rain.
Unexpected incense in the exhaust of a passing car.
Will Scarlet, every few steps: “Stop. Look at that. Wow.”
“Guys. I’m GLAD.”
His heart was worship, and mine was right there with him –
glorying, in wonder at all around and within me.
A fruitless walk, perhaps, but in no wise a wasted one.