I went down to the forest today. My daughter and I, both students at Simon Fraser University (crazy, right?) have been immersed in our studies on a delightful Sunday and she invites me to go on a walk. "We need a break, mom." Now, you have to understand that we live 5 minutes from a wondrous forest, which we walk regularly and have done so for the past twenty years. This is our 'go to' place, our refuge and replenishing of the spirit. So, off we go. My daughter shared something she'd found on a previous walk and she was correct in assuming I'd be uber-excited to see it. A mushroom hugged by a tree. It was awesome (in the real meaning of the word) to sit and marvel at its beauty. Yes, a mushroom. On the way back, I said that I needed a picture of 'reflection' for a school assignment, so we walked down to the river and when I got there, I shouted to Elyse, who was a ways down the path from me. "It's too rushing for a reflection." I stopped in my tracks. too rushing. I spend too much time rushing. I'm reading, writing and talking about reflection, pausing, taking the time to go deep and all this while, I rushing, too rushing for reflection. So, I'm taking this time to ponder the lessons of the mushroom and the river. Quiet splendour and too much rushing.
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