Not Forgetting

 "I was scared," he said. "You saved me."

"No," she said, "You had simply forgotten what you can do."

That's the way it is sometimes. We forget what we are capable of. We get stalled in doubt and second-guessing. We listen to the wrong voices or keep our heads down so low we forget to see the sky.

It was nice to remember that while standing on a ridge in the Kolobs one April afternoon, looking out at red rock mountains and cinematic clouds. Or walking up a dirt road to a waterfall, hearing its rain-sound, and a wren song.

Leaves and sunlight and sandy earth, stone-strewn creek and creaky gate, front porch of a friend's house, chicken sandwiches on a blue plate, promise of an evening walk…

I have loved this world.

This day was about remembering things I still can do.