Serendipity has a way of bringing us to a place at the right time for the right reason. It was in late spring when I went for a evening walk. The day had been busy with many tasks achieved. Plans for the coming week were laid out with precision.
I was basking in my organizational prowess as I walked on a nature path when the unexpected happened. I met a heron leisurely meandering in the shallows of a pond. Her movements held an elegant patience that caught my breath. The words of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow came to me, “So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go….”
I have no recollection of the day’s accomplishments, although I am certain that they were important and necessary.
My memory is filled with the flight of a heron.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
As a fond mother, when the day is o’er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which, though more splendid, may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently, that we go
Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,
Being too full of sleep to understand
How far the unknown transcends the what we know.