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Hiking even further I noticed the wildlife seemed unafraid, even curious. I had often how hunting had instilled fear, and had pre-empted any kind of intimate relationship with the animals of the wild. Yet this rule didn't seem to apply. Sighing, I thought, "I'm glad it isn't on the map." Lost in revelry, I noticed the path growing narrower, suddenly I became aware there was no longer any path at all? Stricken, I realized I should be able to find my way back, but to have come so far only to return. Besides there was such a mystical ambience about this whole adventure ... I wondered if I could ever even find it again. Logic clicked in I realized there really wasn't a choice. I must return. To proceed would be too risky. Disillusioned I turned around and started to walk back. Suddenly, I heard an emphatic bird-like call. Looking up, I saw what appeared to be a Grayjay with a brilliant touch of blue in each wing, fluttering back and forth trying to get my attention, to go somewhere ... to follow. The riddle, I'd almost forgotten. "Follow the blue in the Grayjay." I had my doubts but curiosity overpowered. As I followed, climbing ever upward, following the feathered one's call, windswept with gradually the trees became sparse and more meadows interspersed. I sensed I was approaching something, but wasn't quite sure what. Strange, I'd been hiking for some time yet felt vigorous with a heightened sense of well-being, which, for lack of explanation, I attributed to the excitement of being here, wherever here was? Emerging from the forest, into a large opening I could see some natural feature of huge magnitude lay below the tree line on the opposite side. My pace quickened as I crossed. Upon reaching the other side I caught my breath gazing upon a most beautiful awe inspiring scene. The legend was true. |
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From the Harbors of Light Collection: Inspirational writings, short stories, literature, |
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