Hometown

Perspective eludes me when I spiral down into old patterns of thinking. As I walk along the path my friend patiently mows each week, I stop to marvel at the view. As I climb higher, I catch my breath at a vista, new to my eyes, of a community I once called home. I turn in a circle, seeing sloughs sparkle with sunset colours. The broad back of a sandstone butte stretches into the sky. Is it the same one my grandfather and father climb in the forties? Gratitude fills my soul at this opportunity to see the land and consider the gift of the place I called home.

I wonder at the tiny mushrooms who jump to life with rain. The sea of greens, yellows, purples and whites waves back at me with the breeze, holding a pesky horde of mosquitoes at bay.

I see the effort my friend makes to share this gift with her grandchildren who visit. Neighbours come to walk the path, eager to embrace the panoramic view with a perspective that touches the eternal. I find myself asking how can I share a hope that opens hearts and minds to the eternal like my friend?

Dear readers, escape to nature's bounty when the world's madness clouds your view. Remember your Creator loves you.