The beauty that's been left for us to find. Sooner or later, we realize that God's already been there.
They call us "Winter Baptists" here in the north country since we gather together more after the weather turns cold. We get a bit bedraggled like this leaf, but we're tough and we last forever.
The beauty of gracious thanksgiving by the successful hunter is captured in all its spiritual glory by the venerable Des McCaffrey.
“Lost eventually became known as being found. As he grew into modern man, the hunter became more thoughtful and vigilant about his surroundings. He began to reflect on the outdoors more than any other aspect of his life. It was here that he started to see the world for what it was and what he needed to be thankful for. This, he called, reflection.”
The Hunter's Way
If nature is meant to heal and soothe and restore the us, then it must be our duty to prescribe the same in return.
The space between where we are and where we want to be. Knowing that we each have an innate calling inside of us that shows us our individual way.
It generally brings the like-minded together and binds us with love.
Call to each other in a way that we can all hear.
The feeling of certainty come to one who was given the choice to decide on his own.