The southeastern sky is the setting on this late winter morning,

as Venus holds court before the dawn,

a brilliant sentinel as night releases its hold on the day.

As I sit in the front row awaiting the sunrise,

I watch with amazement as once again we are granted the gift of life.

One does not have to rise early to understand the power of a new day,

but to start the day viewing a sunrise is truly a worthwhile effort.  

I strive to understand the meaning of life and the privilege of a new day,

I am thankful for the experiences that led me to this point.

Hunting is not about the chase. It is a chance to experience pristine moments not available in our concrete lives. Here are a few observations made from sitting a spell in the lap of Mother Nature!

One can hear a leaf falling through naked branches, as it abandons its seasonal perch.
See the sun lay a pink blanket of sunshine, over the trees on the eastern horizon at dawn.

Gaze upon the grasses coated with a misty glaze, their blades curling under the weight.

The appearance of an architectural lattice after the summer mantle begins the descent to earth for a much-needed rest.
The winter winds which surround the dormant bud, awaiting spring eternal.

Flocks of geese provide their voices in unison as they coordinate their migration.

When you cross the woods edge you visit a world designed with magical beauty and purpose.

The pursuit of game is not a requirement.

Just bring your senses and imagination and live among the simplest of God’s creation.

Morning reflections of a new day,

sink deep into the water’s edge.

A liquid mirror, quiet from the wind,

absorbs the world around it.

Through the movement of time and space,

our existence in this world comes to be.

We hold each breath as a lifetime to be lived,

we take for granted the next moment,

savor the moment we live in.

The single most important moment in our lives,

should be your next moment.

Make each breath you take,

bringing you closer to a world of possibility.

The world of wonder,

where you inhale and exhale the future.

Listen to the trees, hear the flow with your heart,

adsorb the direction with your soul.

The wind comes in from the west,

pushing the seasons forward.

The strength of the change causes one’s heart,

to reset the direction of their next thought.

This movement, through falling leaves,

allows one to walk among the past,

nature’s cushion for the future.

Stand still and inhale the crispness of the dawn,

you will be reborn!

Going beyond the comfort of your evening slumber,

provides your soul with a new horizon,

your heart, a direction not taken.

Whether it is viewing the ripples on a placid lake on a summer morning,

or breathing in the aroma of pines in the woods,

the gift of today is a reward for being grateful and believing in miracles.