Walking the Creek

There is no place as spiritual for me as nature. And no place more so than my little creek.

The creek has been lowered by the warmth of summer, the lack of rain, and the beavers that have become my husbands nemesis.

This week the dogs and I were able to walk the creek bed all the way to the beaver damn.

Every twist and turn carved out by waters force. Sometimes only seeing five or ten feet in front of me.

I was raised in a very high demand religion. One that is characterized by shame, control and fear.

Over the years I stepped into the value system works for me. I stepped into my truth.

That early experience combined with my ADHD is probably why I struggle daily not to over-analyze every interaction, every thought, and every moment.

My little creek reminds me quietly to not judge myself by my worst moment. To offer grace and love, to learn lessons and to continue to the next bend.

To allow the whole journey to speak for itself. And I am only halfway finished. Grace

I can only walk the path of the river, one turn at a time. Luckily, I have my amazing dogs.

Much love,