Headed out with the boys today for a wander in the woods. It was lovely. We took the mutts along, as they haven’t gone for a roam for some time and it seemed like they were excited about going in the car. (Or at least leaving the yard.) We found ourselves at the newish preserve annex not far from home where Bear likes to run from time to time. Leaving the water in the car seemed like a fine idea, since we didn’t expect to be out too long- Bear needed to get to bed at a reasonable hour- and I loathe carrying things (any things) while woodswalking. Leashes firmly clasped in hand, off we went. Immediately we found a path Bear hadn’t ever taken and opted for that one.
Possibly, we should’ve taken the water.
As it turns out, while I can navigate quite well out in the manmade world- finding my way out of places I’ve never been through sheer gut instinct and good street sign logic- my nav system is a bit lacking in the wilds. Heh. It was quite a pleasant walk, if longer than anticipated. Toward the end, though, it sprinkled on us a bit and cooled us off. The dogs, though, were tired and thirsty. The consistent lack of ANY water in ANY creek we passed impressed strongly upon me just how dry it has been the last 2 months. Wow. I thought for certain there would be a bit of creek water the mutts could stop in and have a sip, and each place we passed was damp to the touch but nothing more. I gave them almost all the water when we got back to the car. We were only out 2 hours or so, but as I said- it’s been a while since they were out working that hard for that long (think hills, steep ones).
There was a moment while we were out, during the time we were wondering just how Far the end of the trail was, that gave me pause.
We happened on this tattered dear, a painted lady, fluttering and crawling in the grass. I wondered what we could do for her. We stood around her and looked. Then Bear put his foot near her and she climbed on.
He lifted his foot slightly, and she took off. I was amazed. I thought for sure her tattered wings wouldn’t hold her aloft and she’d flutter back down to the ground, but she rose slowly until she was above our heads and farther up the path. We followed along watching until her path took her into deeper cover and ours took us out of it.
This is my reminder for today. Sometimes we struggle along, battered and bruised, trying to do what we are born to do. All we need is the smallest help, a bit of lift, a hand out of the mess and we can fly again. Sometimes it requires more effort than before, but that’s the nature of life, isn’t it? Change? Effort? If we do nothing, we dwindle into nothing. We fade and are left fluttering in the breeze of the vibrant world around us. When we make effort, changing our patterns out of need or desire- we live, we shine, we inspire.
Remember to help one another. Remember to be kind.