Heading back across unfamiliar ground I made the choice to follow the call. Soon I found myself watching the blue heron fishing. As she elegantly stood in silence she stole a glance of me. I swore she winked as I tiptoed closer. This time I knew a photo was appropriate. Clicking away I watched as she fished mesmerized by her beauty and presence.
Knowing it was time to return I found myself startled each time I startled the bird tribes hidden on the trail. Laughing I heard the chatter of the black chipmunk above me as he warned those ahead. I tried, unsuccessfully, to capture him. He blended in the dark burnt bark of the trees.
Blessings abound for me. I am constantly in awe at how Source gifts, loves, and teaches us. Holding yourself in humility and love offers opportunities for simple affirmations of the grandeur of life. I cherish this land and feel its calls deeply. It is the waters that fill me with ancient memories. They are very sacred to me. Pouring my moon water back into her filled me with gratitude. Humbly I realized how small I was compared to her, the Bitterroot River, and all the waters she represented. I hold sacred my calling to care for these waters. My part is small, this I know. Yet each day I offer in prayer for the care of our waters supports the larger picture.
She wanders long and deep carrying our earliest memories and the truth of who we truly are. One day she will bring us all home.
The Soul Traveler