Hubby and I walk the Whistler Valley trail every morning at Sparrowfart (South African for very early). At first, when we began this awesome endeavour, it was difficult to get out of bed when it was snowing outside, but eventually, as it warmed up and the buds started sprouting and the leaves appeared on the trees, we came to jump out of bed, into our tracksuits and outside in enthusiastic leaps and bounds!
This morning in particular, I was a little melancholy,probably because it was raining, and as we walked, I reached out along the path and touched the new branches on the Cedar trees. They have such a beautiful, haunting aroma, and they were wet with the soft rain that came down as we walked. Sometimes Hubby and I chat non-stop for the entire hour, othertimes we just take in the glorious majesty of nature and carry on, holding hands as we walk.
As I was walking I was asking God for a sign that all would be well, and what do you know, I was distracted from my fixed gaze on the trail to a loud trumpeting noise up above us. A long line of about 80 Canada Geese were honking their way north. We stopped and watched and then suddenly, we heard a louder call, almost like a trombone. Hubby said, "Look, he's calling his family", and he pointed to a lone goose on the water. God, that was so cute. We watched as two geese broke away from the v-shaped flock so high above and literally spiralled down to the lake where they splash-landed near their companion. They all honked and splashed together for a while, and then they sat quite still on the quiet lake.
It was such an amazing site that I promptly burst into tears, Hubby laughed and picked me up, swung me around and then I started laughing as well. What a clear, wonderful message that all is indeed well.
I was so grateful for this morning's blessing.
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