Last night after a busy day of parties and people, I went for a walk. The threat of mosquitoes had died down and the golden hour for photography had arrived.....so I went down the lane that skirts the pond and crosses the meadow. The cat always walking with me, accompanying me like a friendly dog...meowing, as in conversation ....tail straight up,, watchful , dashing once in awhile up into the sage that lines the lane....peaceful...the pond was mirror like , reflecting the clouds, rocky ridges, reeds surrounding it....
We continued to walk....crossing the meadow reaching the by the irrigation ditches with their flowing water..toward the main road.....
Shooting ??? Did we hear shooting....hmmm, maybe not so peaceful .....hunting season...was were we the target???? Walking faster, we descended back into the meadow, crossing it again, darkening shadows, not so friendly this time, becoming the mountain lion that roams nearby, or owls that swoop or whatever raced through my mind, the lane longer than it was at first...the cat and I now not at a leisurely pace, but quickly walking back to the house....we made it...safely, conversing all the way...
How perspective changes as noises, shadows, lights dim... Imagination kicks in....fears assail....even though these things were real....there were hunters within sight, strangers to this area, shooting off the back of their truck ....there is a real mountain lion that lives InThe rocks above the lane, There are owls and eagles that live nearby, waiting for an opportunity to take their meals on unsuspecting cats, squirrels, , marmots....
Thank you for the safety you provide .....your watchfulness , your care...the beauty if the earth around me....even though I fear, you protect, give peace...provide safety....
God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.
—Psalm 46:1–3
“Surely God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid. The Lord, the Lord, is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation.”
—Isaiah 12:2
The mind of sinful man is death, but the mind controlled by the Spirit is life and peace.
—Romans 8:6
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