Geowalkabout

Today’s reflection is a quiet reminder to keep moving even through the storm, the cold, and the sadness. The sky mirrored my mood: heavy, slate grey, and low-slung with grief. The clouds hung like thick thoughts, dense with silence, and even the air felt somber-cool against my skin, carrying whispers of loneliness. Thunder rumbled softly, as if voicing something I couldn’t quite articulate. But still, the lightning showed up for the thunder, and the clouds had the loyal company of rain. Even heaviness had companionship.

In that quiet ache, my son and I went for a walk. His presence gentle, curious and pleased to be with me, was a balm. We followed the path around the lake, a place transformed by recent rain. The water brimmed with life, swollen and reflective, mirroring not just the sky but something deeper in me. Trees stood tall and washed clean, their leaves vibrant and slick with silver droplets. The air buzzed with movement birds darting through the branches, insects weaving in the breeze, all busy with joy while I lingered in stillness.

And somewhere in that contrast, I found comfort.

There was beauty in it all. Not despite the storm, but because of it. This is the reminder Dad’s memory stirs in me, that every moment is precious.