“Just One More”
Pushing to find “just one more” trailhead before dark…
“Just one more” pitch of the ball, and
I wacked the ball through two panes of glass in Grandma’s second floor bedroom.
“Just one more.”
Rounding the left curving forest “road” a little too fast,
Breaks! SKIDDDD….. Parking was 90° Right.
Astonishing, this crisscrossing fence covered with surely a hundred years of patient, deep sphagnum moss.
The meaning was clear. Stop.
Saunter to the beauty of each log.
Caress the soft soothing wet moss. So much more is experienced, sauntering. My fatigue was quiet
And insistent. “Just one more” trail would be a silent forgiveness from the moss, with a message.
“Let us be your last trail for today. It’s good to leave some things until tomorrow.
A wearied body had to take into my bones what I was being shown. “Just one more” for me, had been, for a long time, a Red Flag.
I thanked these logs and soaking moss for another transformation.