It’s early morning here in the Mississippi petrified forest. When I woke up a little while ago in my hammock, I could hear an incredible variety of birds chirping, some of their songs wonderfully unfamiliar.
The sky is beginning to brighten now, but the sun hasn’t yet risen. The air out here is fresh and the forest is lush. There an old train caboose about 100 feet from me and a few RV campers on the other side of this quiet campground deep in the woods. It’s a beautiful still morning, the kind that feels ancient and soulful and makes you grateful just to be there witnessing this earth’s precious gifts.
Reminds me of this old Inuit song:
“I think over again my small adventures, my fears.
Those small ones that seemed so big.
For all the vital things I had to get and to reach.
And yet there is only one great thing, the only thing:
To live to see the great day that dawns and the light that fills the world.”
Info on Mississippi petrified forest: https://www.mspetrifiedforest.com/index.php