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Thursday, December 29, 2011

A True Story

Once there was a gal.
Most days she was light of heart, quick to grin, optimistic to a fault even.  But every now and then, a gray cloud would cling to her shoulders the little things would add up.  One particular day she felt the grittiness of the cloud hanging close by and a hard little rock of frustration crowding its way into her ribcage.  It was sticky and constricting and she couldn't expand her lungs with it lodged right there along her sternum, so she decided the best thing to do would be to take a hike with her pack in the cold December air.
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They trekked along the river bed, sludging their way through muddy ruts and clambering up slopes of stone.  Bare scrub brush caught at their legs and high over head the geese honked.  Every now and again the sun would sneak a golden stream of light through the fog and the world would become dazzling in its damp glory.
As she walked, the gal thought to the wholeness of certain practices in her life.  She began to breathe mindfully; on every exhale she took a tiny piece of that gray matter and sent it into the light.  On every inhale, she pulled in the pureness, the goodness, the holiness of the creation around her.  It became a dialogue between breath and earth, between heart and sky.  And somewhere between the rapids and the grassy knolls, that little ball of frustration disappeared entirely.  The dialogue shifted; rather than exhaling bits of darkness she exhaled thanks.  Expansive, deep exhalations of gratitude.  And the sunlight rained down like gold.
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And then, almost as if an unseen hand directed her gaze, she craned her neck and gazed upward into a tree she had passed more than a dozen times before.  There, about eight feet up, cozied into the crook of a dry branch was the most perfect nest she had ever seen.  The inside was lined with crushed down and the occasional white horse hair.  The exterior was built of grasses and mud.  The whole thing was smaller than the palm of her hand.  The inhabitants were long gone, fully feathered and grown.  She knew it was for her, gently snapped the branch and smiled, because this was no ordinary finding.  This was a gift.
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17 comments:

Joyful said...

I love how you tell a story.

May you be so blessed by your gift.

Hugs.

MrsLittleJeans said...

So lucky that you have that expanse of beautiful land around you...and I do believe that the way you do it is the most beautiful way! xx

UmberDove said...

Joyful - hugs right back.

MLJ - It's my favorite thing about here. Hands down. So much so that I think I'll head out for a run in it later this afternoon.

dragon said...

Dove, Thank you for sharing your nest with us. It is the little unlooked for joys that sustain me.

UmberDove said...

You and me both

kerin rose said...

the gift of a metaphorical vessel ....a soft protective place to grow a new life.....new wings....new souls...

I like this true story, I do.

xo

candacemorris said...

I love your shadowy bits just as much, you know. Don't be mean to them ;)

pencilfox said...

today: i appreciate that you remind me to be mindful :: i feel great love for you and great joy with the knowledge that i know you.

xx

UmberDove said...

Kerin - kindred spirits we are.

Mme. - These are the truths in life that I learn from you.

Foxy - Do you know what else brings me joy? Your handwriting in my mail box.

artist in the arctic said...

"It became a dialogue between breath and earth, between heart and sky." Beautiful words...

I feel better knowing you are out there on the horizon.
You are a gift. Thank you xo

Rubee said...

A most intriguing story, dear Dove. Just what I needed to hear, I'm afraid. I plan to implement your breathing method post haste.....aah...cyber therapy. <3

Cat said...

yes yes yes
a gift indeed

truth...
so much better then fiction

Love and Light

Kirsten said...

I understand this. Thank you.

lynsey said...

Truly lovely

Mel said...

Nest. Nestnestnest.

This post is a gift too. Thank you!

Andrea said...

Lovely.

cheryl.mccann said...

lucky you - it is lovely.