I mean, how many variations of pictures in the woods can you take? Yet here I am happy to find another buck and doe, a beautiful day lily, and grateful for the breath and strength to climb.
Twelve years ago this month we moved into our home. The property came with way too many flower beds and a garden and my mother laughed when I showed her just how much beauty surrounded us.
“Why are you laughing?” I knew she was happy for us but…
“Because I know how much you love gardening!” Oh. Right. I have never been a gardener. Heaven help me. And I laughed with her.
Nearby were wandering paths in the old woods where we were given access to walk. The paths would become a haven for me the following year; my rehab, my solace, a blanket of quiet peace of mind while recovering from cancer. For a number of months I couldn’t manage more than a few shuffled steps. Then I was able to climb and make it back to the top. It was a place to heal. Fast forward ten years, and I would find comfort for my troubled heart and mind walking the paths while my husband was hospitalized with Covid. Eventually he was able to return to caring for the grounds around our home and mowing the paths again in the woods. We’ve learned the cycle of the trees and flowers and plants and wildlife. Walking lessons.
Nature reminds me what is real. Real life is not on social media or in this blog. We can enjoy sharing things about our lives, and connections with information through social media can be incredible (and sorrowful), but real life happens in creation. Capturing photos of life in nature grounds me and reminds me that God is in the business of life, even in the midst of darkness and challenges in the world. Today, I found more signs of life in the snort of a doe, the gaze of a buck, the flight of a raucous hawk.
Where are you finding signs of life?