Hidden Blessings

A Story by LonelySoul

sit back,relax and enter my fantasy,and share the times under my little willow on the edge of a small meadow,during the rush of new life in Spring time...

Hidden Blessings

Spring is my favorite time of the four seasons,with wildflowers by the millions,
and butterflies kissing each one in turn...Painting a picture of Nature in it's finest hour...
This has been my peaceful place to go,when I need to relax...Under my tree...
Under my little Willow tree,feeling at one with Mother Earth,feeling my center,my "Chi"
I had traveled far and wide to become the man I am today...
I've seen alot of Beauty of our world...But I've also seen alot of it's pain...
Most of this little valley has been "Civilized by Progress",and is not what Began here...
Life still clings to this fragile environment,and will even flourish if left alone by man's hand...
It is the Forests and the Rain that clean our air from cities pollution...
Flooded rivers clean themselves in a torrent of mighty water,pushing and churning...
Ridding itself of the things man has left behind,
and leaving a lasting impression on those in it's way,of this mighty surge toward the oceans.
Life reclaiming that which was taken out by the river...as it always does...
I watch the animals play in spring time,so young and full of life,everything new to them...
Young and alive with the passion of learning and exploration,Anything new...
Playing as they learn each of life's lessons,before it's too late...Some learning to hunt.
Wolf Pups,play and bite at the wild flowers,or old dead sticks from a fallen tree branch...
BobCat Kittens play with the mouse their mother brought them,to learn what to eat...
Young Deer play and frollic in this meadow,as a slight fog rolls into this valley,
everything growing quiet as a Hush is upon us,this fog ever so forward in it's own journey.
The old Spider's web of last year is missing,but the rotton fence is still there...Waiting...
Birds building nests in any tree that will welcome them with open branches,like a warm hug.
Singing their songs to the winds,being heard over miles and miles...
A small Black Bear,returning from it's own winter slumbers,awakes to a fresh new world.
Hungry as it searches for food from an old rotting log...Looking for Grubs and other small tidbits.
The Bear ignores me as it lumbers by,much to my reliefe and pleasure...
I sit quietly watching,and writing my stories,unaware of how or what the bear thinks about me,
as it tilts that big head to glance in my direction,sniffing the air...
As if it recognizes me from a dream it had,or the White Wolf's stories of the man who helps them.
The Black Bear lumbers by...without causing any fears in me...nor in him...
Hearing a rustling of the grasses behind me,I turn to see...Coyotie pups at play...
Learning to hunt like the Wolf pups on the other side of this meadow,in their own games...
The sun climbs ever higher in the sky,revealing a rose colored setting to my tired eyes...
This Dawn of today gives me warm feelings of being loved and where I belong...
Letting me know that I'm on the right path to my salvation and freedom of Soul...
Unlocking my own Self imposed prison,within my heart...Opening doors of past thoughts...
As I try to unlock these feelings and explore what they mean to me and my life,
I am reminded of the hidden blessings in everybodies lives...
Some may see them as setbacks, or Stumbling blocks,but I see them as stepping stones...
Each Stepping Stone teaching it's own lessons in turn...Helping me grow,Mature...
My good woman is walking up this hill to sit by me under this willow,handing me a warm mug of Tea.
She plants a wet kiss on my cheek and askes what I'm writing about...
So I ask her...do you see beauty before you,or progress of man?
She said Both...But How can this be?
Does man and nature exist in Harmony?
She told me they can if they wanted to...And so they do,here in this quiet valley,so they do...
With a few houses chimney's spilling the smoke of lastnights fireplaces,
and some rooftops poking through this mist of the mornings...All the animals play...
As if nothing of Humanity were there to interrupt them or their games...we silently watch...
The only sounds are the animals,a slight breeze and my pen as I scribble my notes on paper...
We sliently watch...soaking up every detail of our surroundings in total wonder...
My pen flying across the page of my notes,telling this great peaceful story...
Painting a picture that does not do justice to the Blessings and Miracles before us,here and now...
It is they that have added more to my story as I've written it...
Showing us those hidden Blessing of Life,that so many have taken for granted...
so ..Silently watching this life of wonders and miracles,we count those blessings again...and again.
I must give Thanks to Mother Earth and to God for these little Hidden Blessings...
As they all work hand in hand,to dance and play before our eyes,filling our hearts with joy.