Saturday morning I went to the breast of the dam (Mauch Chunk Lake Park) before dawn. When I left Coaldale, it was clear and the promise of a sunrise lingered on the eastern horizon.
When I traveled down Route 902 from Summit Hill, I could see the valley was covered in fog. I probably wouldn’t see the sunrise because of the fog, so I decided to do some Qi Gong on the breast instead.
I ventured to the far side of the breast of the dam to do my morning exercise. During my solitary movements, a huge blue heron flew by me toward the far side of the lake. He was close enough I couldn’t help but notice, despite the thick fog. I could hear the morning birds singing and not much else. I felt I was one with nature. It’s amazing how outdoor movements seem to connect you with everything around you. For me, it’s never been the same connection indoors.
I continued my movements until I finished. The fog had begun to dissipate, and I noticed the blue heron had flown to and stayed at the corner of the lake, probably searching for breakfast. He seemed unafraid but a little wary as I ventured closer for a few pictures.
The blue heron and I were both just doing our own things, at one with ourselves, each other and the world. Not intrusive or demanding; simply accepting the moment.
Being at one with nature…I wish the world would realize how beautiful that is, how natural that is.