Come walk with me...

This was the Heron Walk.

Only because they always fly off before I have realised that there is a heron on the lakeside, but today I saw one stalking along and he saw me, and I was very careful to make myself humble and he didn't go. I actually fell to my knees saying, "I'm sorry, Grandfather. I honour you, Grandfather." Later, once again, a heron did not flee.

And as I walked back up the track to the car, two circled in the sky above me, calling.

It was also a Hare Walk, as you will see.

I had a tree-talk with an oak who said they were familiar with both life and death. Life is a reaching out, death a sinking back. If you reach out well, when you sink back, the essence of you is concentrated and that is the gift for living well. You feel that quintessence of life before the finality of death.

Makes sense to me.