Double-Log Falls by Tommia Wright

(Sigh)

In looking at the relatively low number of entries this month, my first knee-jerk reaction was guilt. I’m good at that, practically a grad student in it.

The other night, a good friend of mine looked me in the eye and dared me to ‘slow down.’ As a recovering workaholic, that two-word combination is about as practical as a four-letter word like ‘rest’ or ‘play’ or a certain f-word like ‘fun.’ So, the challenge was on – trade yarn for yards of work. It was a challenge, but a fun one at that. The tasks I left undone are still there, I’m sure. The world hasn’t ended; this fool’s folly postponed another day.

There’s a particular trail I enjoy, one I used to walk daily. Lately, that has been a bit of a challenge, but managed an escape during the rain/sleet/snow/sunny day. This particular waterfall is my favorite resting point, a moment of pause to enjoy the best soundtrack in the world. Yes, I’m music-dependent, but the time found to relish the bird-song, the creaking of the branches and the sound of rushing waters hits the perfect crescendo with this falls.

So, as this week comes to an end, a renewed energy of creative posts beginning and finally remembering (thanks, friend!) to find that middle-ground of balance, time to enjoy what remains at a saner, slower, steadier pace.