I'm trying to get back into the habit of writing, even in the midst of homework, because I think it is good for my mental health. ;-) This is just a short meditation on following our Good Shepherd.
"Sometimes, you just have to follow. Follow what, you might ask?
The whistling of the wind as it sweeps through the fingers of the trees, on a day when each tree is unique and each path is new and you could walk for miles.
The pounding of the briny surf upon the shore, on an evening when each shard of washed glass is a story and each wave a fresh battle of defiance and each footprint a new adventure.
The eyeing of a new fawn just before it leaps into the thicket, on a morning when each blade of grass is vibrant and each bead of dew a crystal and every hair on the creature’s frame is a shaft of gold.
The challenge of a mountain, on a day when each rock is a test and each breath an experience and each breeze a liberation.
The drumming of the rain, on an afternoon when each raindrop is laughter and each cloud is a frigate and each puddle an ocean.
The hand of a Shepherd, on a night when each patch of sky is an inescapable hole and each star has hidden its face and each branch is the hand of a demon reaching to seize you and never release.
The hand of a Shepherd, on a morning when each ray of sunlight is a promise and each fragment of cerulean sky a reminder and each butterfly a love letter.
The hand of a Shepherd.
The hand of a Shepherd..."
