Thursday, September 25, 2008

Druidic morning

It was chilly enough this morning for the cold to tickle my lungs as I trudged up the hilly parts of the trail. I love that feeling. It's like consuming a living spirit from the air.

I was moving at a faster pace than usual because I wanted to reach the lake in time to watch the sunrise. If I stand on the western side of the lake this time of year, I can see the sun come up in a notch between a pair of ridges. It's a sort of natural Stonehenge, and on a clear morning it creates a beautiful, dramatic birth of the day. The mist from the lake softens the pink glow of dawn, and all movement seems suspended for a moment just before the sun tops the horizon. I feel a little pang of anticipation until, finally, the bright edge appears, nestled between the two dark hills. Then it almost bursts into full view, and light warms the world.

Once the sun was well up, I wandered back onto the trail and came across a pair of dueling white-tail deer. Actually, I couldn't see them--they were on the other side of a little rise--but I could hear the distinctive wheezing snort of competitive bucks facing off, and the rustling of the leaves as they moved around each other. It was just a scrimmage, I think, since I never heard anything that sounded like contact, and it's a still a little early for mating. As I walked on I met a young doe who was loitering on the trail. She stood her ground and gazed at me, perched on her exquisite little legs, and seemed to say, Admire me. I'm as beautiful as the sunrise.

Photo by Fir0002 from Wikimedia Commons.


whodat said...

I'm jealous of your walks. How lovely.

Mary said...

Now that walk was absolutely laden with pagan symbolism. How utterly cool.

BitterGrace said...

I'm very lucky to be able to drop out of the concrete world on a daily basis. Sometimes I feel as if I've gate-crashed someone else's sacred dream.

chayaruchama said...


Put me in your pocket- please.

BitterGrace said...

I think you would love the place where this walk happened, Chaya. It's got a particular dark magic about it.