Shifting

       Trees stand in community, both as eager participants of the environment and guardians, willing to engage fun and protect the peace of the place. Surrounded by fencing resembling felled trees used to make log cabins and two metal gates, as if to tell the world, "This is a sacred place, treat it with respect.".

       Here I sit, reflecting on the old park and it’s still and somber environment. I hear life call to life in the still, “Enjoy, come and enjoy, there is still a place to be envigorated and renewed.”; though no answer is given. No acknowledgement is witnessed at the old park. I alone remain, and in the shifting of life I understand no reply from humanity, for in the quiet I experience the dreary skies and air that keep this normally lively area disguised.

        Under clouded skies among recreation equipment and a brick public bathroom building all remains quiet; I remain quiet, feeling this strange transition here between peace and sorrow. The air cool and the ground wet from a recent passing storm; here all is left still in it’s reordering of everyday life. Shifting storms and changing weather have left their mark upon this normally welcoming park, replacing joy and encouragement with the somber and dreary only a thunderstorm can truly bring. I continue to reflect on life’s changes and evaluate the state of my personal life. I consider the present day and the present atmosphere of this park and it is here among another shifting day of life and weather I pause at midday. I sit and let shifting “storms” of life pass out of my life. I let perspective adjust to the bright good that is entering into this tired soul. Here I take time to rest, and welcome this calm felt here still....among a shifting world I travel through.

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