So the dramas of the last month are winding down. My sleep is still not scheduled and normal. I slip out of bed as I watch the sun peek up over the ridge of the lake and the light starts to flood the lake with early morning light.
Morning on Hanging Horn Lake
I look over at hubby, still sleeping in room 5. I see the peaceful look of rest on his face. The look I wish I had or could feel after the weeks of torment.
I pull my clothes on an grab my PFD. Quietly open the door and head towards the dock.
The fog is hovering over the lake. The mist formed by the temperature difference between the air and water, brings the waves of white fluff across my field of vision.
Paddle in the mist
The lake is never silent. The sounds of the wind, birds, trees, and water are constants yet never the same from moment to moment.
Hanging Horn Lakeside Resort
I lift the kayak into the water. I slowly paddle onto the lake. Leaving my worries on the shore. Now so focused on the start of a new day, the mist, and the sounds of the waking birds.
Peace follows me as I paddle.
Love sends my prayers toward the heavens.
Hanging Horn Sky
The Cedar Journal 
The peaceful morning atmosphere at the lake must have been balm to your soul. Best wishes for a speedy recovery! Peter
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Thanks Peter! Heading back to NL in the morning so that will be nice to be back in my own office.
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love that morning mist like a blanket over the waking up world
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It is a magical time of the day on any lake!
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Love your second shot (paddle with drop ripple with the mist in the background). Not sure what it is about it, but it has a wonderful calming effect – all it needs is a bird in the shot ha!. Reminds me of my early morning fall runs as the sun starts to warm up the pavement. Nice post.
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Thanks for such a kind comment. I thought that you was a cool shot too. You ever have one you didn’t plan it just happened? Well… that is this shot. One of my best ones in the past that won a national military prize also was magic (also without a bird).
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Canoeing, hiking, biking, snowshoeing…I, too, find these to be medicine to my heart, mind and soul. And I am thankful for this. Stepping outdoors is to step outside my inner voice — to focus on something larger than myself — and this brings healing in the moment and eventually long-term. I am so glad you found peace on this morning! What a beautiful place! I can feel the peace in the mist!
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Wow! Someone who gets it! You wouldn’t believe how many people have told me that medication is the only way to combat PTSD. Really, they don’t know what the heck they are talking about. Thank you for your kind words. I am on a real road to recovery and that means that my blog has suffered a bit. Just glad people like you are still out there reading and providing feed back.
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