Dear friends, Friday morning, The Man and I boarded Cloud Nine and drove west to a favorite getaway, the Alamo city, the lovely San Antonio, for a long weekend. Since the arrival of our dear granddaughter, our travels have been few and far between, so it felt good to be out there on the road again.
Although the captain battled strong winds, he brought us in for a safe landing to the charming KOA, a familiar place where I don’t feel rushed or anxious, but find it easy to be in the moment.
Saturday evening found us enjoying a full moon and the harmonies of the Gaither Vocal Band. Music is a unifying force, bringing people together regardless of philosophies and ideas.
And then there was Sunday, a magical day. After dawning crisp and cold, the afternoon sun warmed the air to a perfect 65-degrees.
A slow walk around the park reminded me just how much I crave the outdoors, that unmatched art gallery designed by the Creator, open to the public day or night.
Under a brilliant winter sky, I strolled among the pecan trees, captivated by the unique beauty of their barrenness, their openness, their ability to wait patiently for the spring.
Would you like to walk with me through this magnificent symphony of trees and sky?
Every tree has a story to tell; you know this by the way they're bent, some leaning this way, some that. As I walked, I prayed, and talked, and sang, and it seemed as if the trees heard and understood.
We live in a world that can get crazy and busy and heavy. While you may not be able to get away for a few days, sometimes a simple stroll among the trees can slow you down just enough to get your bearings, to stretch your limbs, to open your hands, to return home with a heart uncluttered.