Lunch with The Hermit

Hermit Basin Trail, Glacier National Park
Short and steep
4 paws up

Here is is trail to test your lung capacity! There are streams to cool you off, squirrels and marmots for amusement and not many humans or dogs. The plants are colourful and the late season huckleberries are sweet.

This is my second visit with The Hermit. He is still sitting alone on top of the mountain with nothing to say.

The basin is a pup's playground with rocks, streams and meadows to explore.

He needed a rest after all the whistling!

Dipper...a perfect name for the bird that bobs in water.

Low

I've viewed the world from the tops of mountains

I've had my head in the mystery of the clouds,

My voice has echoed through high places

As I sing the songs of awe.

And yet

My feet are down and my position is low

Low is what I know

and is my place of residence.

Being low, I enjoy the wonders of

a world that can be big

or small.

Being close to the earth, I'm

cradled and

covered and

grounded and

surrounded.

For connection, I am low.

When I am leading on the trail,

or following,

When I am off the trail,

with obstacles to surmount.

 Gems of the forest depths,

and curiosities are common.

Up above

or lower

and slower,

there is beauty

in the small world of the low.