How I Define My Journey

On a brisk Sunday morning, awakening as the dawn streams through the branches and leaves of over-sized trees, I yawn and draw in the sharp, cool mountain air and am revived by nature surrounding me. The smell of damp leaves and earth fill me and I am blessed with a sense of one with the Universe.

As I walk the rough terrain, loose gravel rolls downward from every step, finding new homes at the bottom. I climb, but with every step, I maintain a small space compared to God’s creation incompassing me.

There I stand, finally at the level of a windy road. It’s a frequently occupied path used by hikers and vacationers. There is a beer bottle on the side of the pathway. I look at it in thinking that it fits in with the idea of folks enjoying the steep hike, but not with nature.

Up ahead a tree lay crossing the path and I am again in awe of the magnitude, height, weight and beauty of a divine and seperate world untouched by civilization–no concrete, no cars.

I decide to make my own trail, still climbing going under brush and over rocks coming across a snake sunning. The snake does little in making me afraid, yet the scene presents a knowing that I am clearly a visitor in its domain.

I pass, and up ahead I see a clearing. There is a small cabin made of logs. It is a place so recluse and serene that I am drawn in to get a closer look. The gate is open, so I go through saying, “Hello!” then await to hear a voice. When there is no return of greeting, I go closer and peer in through a rain streaked window…nobody there. I try the door and it is open. I go in and think I’d like to stay, but also know that I am invading someone elses property so, although the dwelling is cozy, I opt for getting back to nature and continuing on my journey of adventure.

I now have gone all the way up to the top of the mountain, look out at the clouds floating at eye level  and watch the birds dancing and singing. Planning to descend down the other side, I spot a deer crossing up and over the top of mountain just inches from where I stand. It looks at me for a fleeting moment, then quickly leaps, darting downward between trees. I follow this deer and it leads me to a small stream. Drinking the waters right along with the deer, I once again feel how small and limited my view is by living in the city as compared to this deer.

I leave the deer’s perspective and find a pathway that is now leading me around the mountain, winding to another direction. It leads me to an abrupt halt because, in front of me lies a steep cliff. I take a seat at it’s edge and overlook my climb, the ground I’ve traveled, somebodies secret sanctuary….

And am glad to feel the enormity of my World. The balance of life with and without man…feeling as if man has crippled God’s plan, yet knowing that I do belong.

About lesliesway

Leslie Goodwin is the published author of "Almost Hit" and an independent writer. Coming from 2 generations of publically acknowleged writers, grandmother, Ruby Berkley Goodwin was the first black person to have a book published by Doubleday in 1952 with her book titled "It's Good To Be Black" and Father, Robert Lee Goodwin being the first Black person to write for the television network.
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