So fellow travelers, this morning Delilah and I headed out to walk just after sunrise to beat the heat.
Dew drenched grass sparkled in the early light. Cool, moderately humid air felt reminiscent of morning walks in my older daughter’s neighborhood. Their house is located near the foot of Powell Butte (Portland, OR) so the air is blessed by mist which descends every night from the forest above.
Early light has a radiant quality, hard to capture but oh so wondrous to behold, giving rise to some gentle words of gratitude
Morning dew blesses the grass
Birds sing hymns of joy
In the midst of diligent attention to the many details involved in coordinating a wedding for two very dear friends, this moment comes as a gentle reminder. The gift of peace can be found in the simplest things.
Walk gently on the path my friends and may adventure find you ready.