The Blue Heron stood like a flagpole as the wind gently rustled his feathers. He stared onto the Lake and in his stillness, I sat in stillness too and watched him. I came to this place with almost nothing to my name, no plan, no clear path. All I knew was I wanted to give myself to what felt right, in my soul.

I can sit, like that Blue Heron, and be still and observant. I never expected to find myself in love, my soul setting roots in a place I believed too good to be true. And as I observed my surroundings these past several months, alone here on these vast mountain tops, I realized something key to my healing. Peace.

I sat in that peace. I was still and alone while I took it all in. Then everything around me began to fall into place. And as I allowed the water to push and pull like the edge of that lake, I found myself open to receiving love.

Life is funny that way. The tides pull back and reveal beautiful secrets underneath. We start a journey with nothing in our hands, just to find ourselves on the other side with someone to hold.

I’ll watch, like the Blue Heron, and take it all in. How fascinating the flow of life can be.