It was a busy day at Lynx Lake. I had arrived early, but already there were more visitors than usual. Perhaps it is because it is a holiday weekend. I was not feeling too well. My energy level was low and I had difficulty walking. My stride was more of an old man shuffle than the brisk movement of a person in good physical condition. Nonetheless, I preserved and finally arrived at my favorite resting place overlooking the Lake.
I sat and drank some water while watching small waves created by the wind. I noticed the sky was nearly covered with chemtrails, yes, chemtrails, not the mere exhaust of passing planes. I think I know the difference. I watched a passing duck swimming slowly; it was brown and was thick and fluffy; quite healthy looking. The cormorants were active, some on the water moving about ready to dive for a meal, and others flying low above the water, and others perching on tree limbs nearby croaking with deep guttural sounds. Then suddenly and with surprise I saw two white ducks passing not too far off shore, almost demanding that I take note of their presence, which of course I did with great delight. I laughed and greeted them with joy.
I did not follow this experience with meditation and prayer. Instead, I allowed the scene of which I was an integral part to unfold and be as a blessing to receive with gratefulness. My prayers were the stillness experienced, and the slow inbreathing of fresh air as a gift from our Creator and the conscious exhaling of all negativity.
The two white ducks were now completely out of sight. And then I realized that it was time for me to depart and begin my journey home … and so I did; now walking with a bit more vigor. While I was walking the forest trail I had the thought that physical healing occurs incrementally, often very slowly, sometimes so slowly as to be practically unnoticed. And the healing of the soul is exactly like this too.
– Joseph