With only a promise of rain the ground dries quickly in the summer temperatures we have now. I hear thunder but only see drops of rain. I know this is normal but the unusually cool temperatures have spoiled me.
Signs of fall are already showing with the lack of rain. The ponds no longer run over and the creek moves slowly.
Leaving my shoes behind...why doesn't that surprise you? I followed the dogs as they stirred up the creek. I like to be barefooted. I may sound crazy but it seems like I can feel the Earth's pulse through the soles of my feet.
I go where I always go in my mind when I view this valley. I rewind at least two hundred years and maybe two thousand plus. I view the gift of the valley with ancient eyes.
I like to think even in death it can heal.
I feel the energy, the life of the valley.
My feet are refreshed as my body seems more balanced.
I like to see the valley like it once was and is now. Elderberries grow along the creek teeming with crawdads, either would be an easy meal if I wanted. I imagine natives gathering food and hear the laughter of children in the creek of summer.
The
Ironweed grows tall and is almost ready to harvest. The natives used this plant as a pain killer. I admire the beauty and wish I knew the purpose of all the plants. I'm positive the Creator made them all useful.
My feet tell me I am grounded
and centered
as I dig my toes deep into the sand.
I empty my pockets and leave chips I've found from past residents. I put on my shoes but do not lose my connection with the land. May I leave it better than I found it. May the land always nourish and protect us. I turn toward home and glance at the sky holding sounds of distant thunder. I begin to pray for rain.
