Poem #41: Mother Nature's Service

I started my day filling up with a huge breakfast to sustain me and set off to Lebanon Hills Regional Park in Eagan, MN. I mountain bike there with my husband in the summer and today I was going to hike the trails while he took his fatbike around the course.  It's been a very busy winter for me and I haven't been able to hike as often as I would have liked and so today was as wonderful as you'd expect. Exhilarating, invigorating, centering, clarifying, rejuvenating, I could go on but I think you get the idea. 

On my childhood farm, we had 80 acres of woods growing in the back of our farmland, way back beyond our fields and barnyard. I used to love spending hours there with my sisters, exploring the frog pond, walking along the creek that wended it's way along the edges of our land. It was a place of fun as a child, and later, as I began to leave my adolescence it became a place of serenity. I get that same sensation now, years later in whatever form of mother nature I'm in - both joyful and tranquil.