On most mornings, my Golden Retriever and I take out my bike “George” from the garage and pedal/run around the housing development for about one half hour.
It is very quiet by the time we go out…children are in school, people have gone off to work…only a rare mini van approaches.
To me, this time, in the quietness, is like a meditation…a mindful meditation…with my views of the mountains and the beautiful blue Colorado sky…it allows my mind to just wander and wonder.
On today’s fresh, crisp, fall morning, I noticed all the trees lining the streets were beginning their color changes. How magical! On this breezy morning, the leaves were rustling wildly adding to the wonderment of it all.
As I slowly pedaled my way around all the tree lined streets just “ taking in” Nature’s beauty into myself, I began to remember the lines from the Joyce Kilmer poem about trees and all of a sudden, that memory became so perfect.
When you are out this fall, among the sights and sounds of trees, may you too think of his words and may they bring you closer to the majesty of God.
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