needs no perfecting
as time after time
the Master creates
MF Photography/ “The Master Creates” August 2016©AmyRose
These images were taken with my Canon 50D at a park called Reinstein Woods. The tremendous beauty I see there and the endless trails will have me returning with my 6D. That is a promise!!! I have yet to see it all!
And now for my story of what happened to me yesterday:
Lately, I have been motivated to explore local parks. Yesterday I went to one called Hunters Creek Park and had one of the worst experiences that I ever had in a forest. I got lost. I was following the “pink trail” but it kept branching off to other “pink trails” until I was completely and totally confused. I lost all sense of direction, something I never do in a forest, ever. I had a map on me but the confounded thing is so tiny and so complex I could not comprehend it. Even my hubby when he saw this map, he could not understand it and he is good at reading maps!
At one point, the more I hiked the more scared I became. Nothing looked familiar and there were pink trails in every direction I looked. Terrified, I realized I had no idea where I was, what direction I was facing, or how to get back to my car. Full blown panic descended on me. I could not breathe I just could not breathe. The fear made the sweat pour off of me and my mind went blank. I stopped, panting, gasping for air as my heart literally was choking me. Shaking shaking with fear with a brain that refused to work …
Right there I prayed. I prayed fervently that I would get help. In faith I started walking desperately seeking something something anything that looked familiar. Then I heard it. Voices!! OMG!! I heard voices and I made sure I walked towards those voices. To my utter surprise I saw two young girls swinging on hammocks just drifting quietly away. Thank goodness they were talking for I would not have seen them.
Angels. These girls were Angels. I began to cry something I do not do easily. I could barely speak and when I did the words rushed out and I just had to breathe breathe until I made sense. When I finally managed to tell them I was lost, they were so compassionately kind and confided it was very easy to get lost in these woods if you did not know them. They headed me in the right direction and in fact they climbed out of their hammocks to guide me back part of the way to make sure I would get to the parking lot safely.
I will never forget those young girls. Never. I will also never go back to this eerie, strange, not very pretty park. I had plans on coming back with my new camera to take pictures. Scratch this park off my list. No way. Absolutely not. When pigs fly. I was never so happy to get back home.
As I stepped through the door words burst out as to what happened, I broke down again crying, and hubby told me he was so relieved I was home because he had gotten a weird feeling about this park. Yet, because he knows who I am, he freely let me go to find out for myself what this park is all about. That’s Love, Folks. And that is Faith that a wife will come walking back through the door after hiking at a park that has weird vibes.
As a friend pointed out, Lesson learned to listen to my Inner Guidance. I had been given signs not to go. Yet, I ignored them as my mounting excitement ran right over the still small voice all because I just had to explore a new place. I’m an adventurer at heart. Every time, and I mean every time I ignore that “Guidance”, I end up in trouble. Yes, those “signs” are subtle and sometimes I really am not sure what they mean but … *sigh* Will I ever learn?
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