Healing at Glacier Ridge

This weekend marked my return to rollerblading at Glacier Ridge Park. As the summer weeks passed, I thought often of how the park was changing from how I left it before my injury, with summer just beginning.
Saturday was a clear cool September morning; the flowers and grasses were showcased beautifully as the sun grew higher. As I knew it would be, the park is wearing the beginning colors of autumn; silvers, purple and goldenrod have replaced the bright green foliage of early June.
Skating is a liberating exercise for me, and some of the wrinkles of my soul expanded as the path went through the woods and past these fields. My thoughts were of the summer and the months preceding it, and I grieved the passing of Patience, Winnie and Lady. Something of the bright sunshine and happy meadows led me to think of them and to hope with every part of my being that we will all meet again someday, somewhere. I was comforted, as always, in thinking of them together- with little Jessie- whole and carefree, romping through meadows such as these.