A black feather with a white tip rested on the mowed grass only a step to the left of the trail entrance. The splotch of reflective blue on it is what really caught my eye. This will be a perfect addition to my collection at home, I thought. I placed it in the corner of my handbag and arranged it so it was sticking out to enjoy the journey to the bluffs over Lake Michigan.
On the path of mixed clay and small pebbles, I walked through the woods listening to the whimsical music of birds singing, the breeze ever so slightly whistling through the tall trees and the chatter of squirrels. The mind was silent while the senses embraced nature.
A warm breeze swirled around me as I stepped onto the wooden walkway planks leading to the bluffs. The radiant sun felt good as I left the shelter of the forest. A romanticized image of letting the feather float off into the great beyond vanished as I heard voices in the sitting area at the end of the trail. Smiling, I was greeted by a couple, long-time friends, out enjoying a day of playin' hooky and the scenery. The gal politely asked if I was an artist with work on display at the local art center.
I replied with a simple no. "I'm an artist of words, no a painter. I'm a writer," I said graciously regarding the mistaken identity.
Several stories and plenty of laugher were exchanged between the three of us. When I mentioned I used to write the newsletter for two of the local chamber of commerce offices she knew instantly who I was. "Your name is Cindy," said the stranger.
"Yes, I am." It felt good to be recognized ~ a faint hint of fame.
Soon the couple started the walk back to their vehicle. I soaked up the peace and quiet in solitude. Rolling white caps moved across the deep blue waters below. Fresh air filled my lungs. Life is magical.
An hour prior, I spent time with a friend who listened and allowed me the opportunity to answer my own question regarding the radio show I'd established two weeks ago. There's a reason the first Guided Journeys with Cindy did not record well and why I dealt with one hurdle after another in an effort to send the second week's edition to the producer. And, why my revised business cards (no matter what I did) would not print. It was not meant to be. I'm okay with it. I did something incredible. I moved through fear and accomplished something I thought I never could do - be a radio show host. I suppose you could say I can cross that off my bucket list.
The thing is, I knew early on that it wasn't working and I released the need/desire to continue perusing a dream. There is no regret. It was through the conversation with my friend that I truly understood that this is a time for me to enjoy life, slow down and 'smell the roses.' Not a time to be adding more obligations to my list of to-do's. Why am I finding it difficult to just stop all the busy-body stuff and witness the magic? An involuntary smirk broke the silence - "Simon say, 'relax'."
The spell of the moment faded as voices approached the sitting area. It was time for me to continue my journey back to the truck and go home to take a nap. Without hesitation or a resisted thought, I removed the feather from my purse and allowed the wind to take it from my fingertips. Curious to see how far it'd fly, I turned around to see it landed only a step to the left of the entrance of the sitting area. I giggled at irony.
I have made the decision to postpone/end Guided Journeys with Cindy. I cannot begin to thank Sahvanna at Soul's Journey Radio enough for her support, wisdom and the opportunity she provided me. She is a very talented and visionary woman with an important quest.
Our Divine Purpose in life is love of Self.
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