The sounds of Radnor are exquisitely peaceful ~ the sounds of the geese as they travel over the lake ~
the splash of a beaver as he enters the water. I love the music of the songbirds. Occasionally, I will hear a woodpecker going about his job in the woods. Often there are bullfrogs on either side of the road sharing the morning news of the forest. I love the sound of my own footsteps going across a wooden bridge, a gravel drive, or a mulched trail. In the summer, there is the ever-present hum of dry weather bugs. There is comfort in the greetings from those I see each day. Just a fast 'good morning' as we continue on our walks. Sometimes I walk with friends, and our conversation drowns out the melodies of nature. But, the sounds of my friends' voices sharing their lives is beautiful to me as well. Radnor is a feast for the ears.
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It is the feast for the eyes, however, that I try to capture with my camera. Most mornings it is with me. The comraderie of the creatures living there is a feast. I love this shot of the deer having an algae breakfast. The heron seems oblivious
to their presence while the little bird sitting
on the branch seems content to just watch over them all. It is a blessing to know this is just minutes from my home.
In May 2010 a flood came through Radnor and created much devastation. Some of the remains have resulted in beautiful sculptures far more beautiful than anything done with armature, clay, and bronze. Many areas in town where the flood occured have been cleared out and cleaned up. Radnor is, for the most part, left to deteriorate and renew in its own time.
In a previous post, I mentioned the Tuna Sandwich Gang. One of our group died at the age of 42. We were not ready to lose her. She has been missed ever since. In our effort to honor her memory, we dedicated a bench to her on the Lake Trail. It was a beautiful Sunday morning when we walked from church to Radnor, communion in hand to dedicate Millie's Bench. We sang, As the Deer, a favorite song, shared stories, cried a little, laughed a little, and left a feast for the spirits of each of us who walk that trail, stop at that bench, and offer a prayer of thanksgiving that we were blessed to have had Millie in our lives.
So, I have feasted today. I have feasted with gratitude and with anticipation of future feasts. Radnor is different every day. It dies, it renews, and it consistently continues that cycle. It is comforting to know that in a world of strife and turmoil and uncertainty, that some things are certain. I know that I can look forward with confidence to the day when the lion will lie down with the lamb, and all will be safe.
blessings
The story of Millie's bench is beautiful. I will look for it the next time (and that is not very often since I live quite a piece from it) I walk in Radnor!
ReplyDeleteYou are right, what a feast is to be held here!!
PS,
The picture of the deer, heron and bird is fabulous.