I’m walking in the woods for the last time with my dear neighbor who will move away on Monday. It’s evening, and the sun sets as we walk.
She walks in front of me and offers final instructions:
“Keep your eye on this,” she says. “It’s a thistle. In a few weeks, this will be the most beautiful bloom. It looks terrifying now, but just wait.”
“I will,” I promise her.
Keep your eye on that. Just wait.
I love the kind of friends who show you where to look, who remind you to hope in days to come (even when it looks terrifying now), and who know the importance of walking in the woods to stay enchanted by creation.
I walk behind her, and I notice a tree. Something had a home inside of this hole. I don’t have to know what it is. I just have to know it’s there. I love the mystery of it.
I’ll keep my eye on it and see what I can learn.
What do you keep your eye on when you walk in the woods?