What is the measure of life? Sharing something special in my life at Five Minute Friday…
It’s feeling like spring in New York State, and five of us, plus a springer spaniel trudged through melting snow in the forest of our choice. We were looking for deer sheds in Shingadin Hollow State Forest.
We found melting tracks that spread out wide and shallow…disappearing. This was the sharpest looking track we found.
In the dull greens and browns of the woods, we found this ancient apple tree, and a tree scraped clean by a bear. A stream ran slowly through the old trees. In the dullness of post-winter, we found amazingly bright colors of blue, red and green.
How could I measure the day I had with a daughter and some Grands in a piece of my life? We talked of old stories and Vikings. I began to sag on the way back. It was a 2-mile hike. The struggle in the slippery snow was wearing on me. I had to pause and look at that straight trail, listen and breathe in peace.
There is no measure to the wealth of nature. There is no measure to times with growing Grands. I treasure them and hold tight memories in my heart. Such a simple thing as taking a walk takes the cares of life away and makes you appreciate life.
Take a walk with someone you love. Take your time and breathe in those evergreens. Listen to the birds.
You can’t measure the time, enjoy it. Hold it close.
“…until we all reach unity in the faith and in the knowledge of the Son of God and become mature, attaining to the whole measure of the fullness of Christ”.