Falling Asleep in Heaven

My Daughter at one outlook I love

Today I went to an overlook near where I live. I had a thousand things to do, but I so needed some time in nature just to listen and be.  

As I drove by one of my favorite outlooks I thought well I can see it from the car but I heard the tiny voice inside say go out and visit for a bit. So I parked, walked over to the green grass and sat down. It took me about five minutes or more to settle my brain. What I needed to do, all the candles I need to make, my busy week ahead, etc, etc, etc...

The wind from the mountain top slowly eased my busy brain and I became more and more quiet. As my silence grew my awareness of what was around me enhanced. Butterflies all around, jumping bugs which I think are the grasshoppers, the sun warm on my skin, bees carefully coming to dance around my head and a fly curious to land on my shoulder. In all of this moment of solitude I looked out to the mountain range I am so in love with and tears came to my eyes. Folks, I don't know how to explain this in any words, but it feels good. Real Joy. Raw Happiness.

As the breeze caressed my ears I began to close my eyes and prayer came easily, flowing in and out as I breathed. Then I laid down and looked up at the beautiful blue sky with dots of painted clouds. I remember. Being a little girl, laying in my backyard in New Jersey where I grew up. I remember laying their for many minutes, staring forever, wondering about many mysteries. As I laid in that sacred space today, I knew I am still that girl inside. I have wonder upon wonder and I live in a place that brings this out of me. I am excited to discover more.

As I thought good thoughts, I gently found myself closing my eyes and before I knew it I was napping in the soft, green grass. Mother Earth rocked me to sleep. It didn't last too long, as I was woken up by a screeching sound of a bird flying over the mountains. Two birds to be exact. I found out later in my research at home that it was the call of the Red Tailed Hawk. I watched them fly and dance with each other like young lovers. One would come close, the other might go off to tease a bit and then wait as the other joined them again. It was perfect choreographed dance for my eyes to watch and very touching to my soul. I couldn't take my eyes off of them.

As I knew it was time to leave and I walked to the car the red tailed hawk flew over my head, making my heart jump as its' shadow covered me. I swear it said "Thank you for visiting and come again real soon." In hawk language of course.

Peace