Poking around Routt County, Colorado (shown above) last week, my husband and I ran across this chalked message on the sidewalk of the beautiful public trail along the Yampa River:
It reads, “What if the hokey pokey really is what it’s all about?”
When I read it, I laughed aloud.
And maybe that is an important part of what it’s all about, laughter to balance tears, hope as counterpoint to disappointment.
You know– recognizing the wisdom of Solomon’s poetry, “To every thing there is a season . . .”
And the season right now is a lovely one, teetering between summer and the beginnings of fall, offering glimpses of ordinary little miracles such as the structure evident in this seedhead:
I found a natural still life while walking along a different area of the same trail:
A hot pink petunia growing in a planter is complemented by wildflowers along the way:
This grasshopper would not be particularly welcome in my garden at home, except as food for resident birds, but along the north fork of the Elk River, I found his eye to be enchanting as he rested on our day pack.
A Colorado spotted tussock moth caterpillar echoed the is-he-coming-or-is-he-going design of a solid yellow sycamore tussock moth caterpillar I saw last fall at home in the Texas hill country.
Along our journeys, continually turning ourselves around as we ride a revolving planet, sometimes not knowing whether we’re coming or going, we perform this hokey pokey dance we call life.
Complete the following: Sometimes not knowing whether I’m coming or going, I __________________.
Describe what you think–at least for today–that it’s really all about.