We all have those times when we wish we could just make a little progress. It’s seems that something is always stopping progress towards a goal. If you’re like me then you double down on your determination and push forward with all your might. But sometimes an obstacle is there for a purpose. In this case the fence is there because its keeping people from getting to close to edge of the New River Gorge.
Tag: Appalachian mountains
Quiet Time
I’m a person who values solitude. We as modern humans are bombarded with stimulus from every angle. Voices tell us to dress a certain way, go to certain places and pretty much influence every aspect of life. (Don’t even get me started on the “buy this or fail to be popular ” voice).
This park bench sets in the back of a office building. It’s a refuge for those who just need a quiet place to breathe. The day that I took the picture the rain served as an extra layer of protection from the outside world. The noise of other conversations, intrusion from others and even the excessive cologne from that one person in every crowd is washed away by the falling drops of rain.
It’s a time to decompress and renew my sense of self. On this bench I belong to me. Each drop that hits the cement pad ripples out as a tiny wave to push away the world.
Sitting in the rain on a cold winter day may not make sense to most people but for me it’s way to clean the day’s mental and emotional clutter from the soul.
Yellow Poplar on wet pavement.
For my second attempt at a blog post I decided to include a recent photograph. There’s a place where I like to go and be a part of God’s creation. As I walked there the other day the rain fell as a heavy mist. I liked the way the water beads on the leaf. There was something interesting about the texture of the worn pavement interacts with the beading water that invites me to be drawn into the image. I can recall the sounds of birds going from branch to branch looking for a dry place to wait out the shower. The smell of the surrounding forest fills my memories. The Gauley River runs in the valley below. When I look at this leaf I can fill the pull of river beckoning me to be come along with the collecting water droplets and seek out the sea that lies many miles away.
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