The beauty of gracious thanksgiving by the successful hunter is captured in all its spiritual glory by the venerable Des McCaffrey.

The decision to believe is as easy to see as the setting sun, and just as warm.

But how often do we think to actually look?

Sometimes you have to see to be seen.

If nature is meant to heal and soothe and restore the us, then it must be our duty to prescribe the same in return. 

Among the finer things in life to find is that which stands on its own.

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 stars are still there, obscured by the light. The morning washes away the tears of darkness. A dream survives, flourishing in the mist of the new day.

 As we drifted away in a boat to enjoy the early morning calm of the lake, our friends gathered after breakfast to worship this past Sunday. In a circle they sat, with guitar and voice at the ready. They had gathered on the dock, over the open water, and rejoiced in the open air. We could hear their voices raised in the distance. Generally, we would join and take part in the gathering to give thanks. 
In our way we did. Me in silent prayer, thanking the God of our universe for everything in his command, given to us to care for. For the safety of our children. For the healing of our family and friends.
Her in quiet reverence to the beauty we could see by the paddle of a small boat, and in the thanks she offered to God for the moments we spent together.
We are part of the circle even when we don't join the circle.