When Nature Calls

Mornings are spent housekeeping or writing and wrestling the dogs.  I often get to cherish long calls with friends.  Texts work for surface discussions and photography sharing, but to getting deep into a heart discussion takes time and focus.  A vital ingredient in my healing has been these calls.

Around noon, most days, nature calls me out into it.  I quickly look on the maps and find a body of water.  As soon as I put socks on, the dogs are in the kennel, waiting for their treat.  I’ve learned that my destination is rarely where I end up, but merely serves as a catalyst to pull me in a certain direction. 

Our destination is rarely where we end up.

Nearly every outing presents a remarkable occurrence.  I can almost count on at least one stand-out photograph.  Almost predictably, I seem to know when a photo-op is about to present itself.  I have certainty of where to stop for it, when it’s coming, and when it arrives, I know that I can go home.  I was meant to be at that spot at that moment for that photo.