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Hiking with a Friend

I love being outside.  So when a friend asked if I wanted to go on a hike, I jumped at the opportunity; quickly adding that I'm not much of a "hiker."  
Forget-Me-Nots
In my mind, a "hiker" is someone who dons boots, layers of clothing, a backpack loaded with survival gear, and poles to be able to traverse whatever the terrain might hold.  My idea is much more casual, something like "nature walking."  You are in a lovely setting, enjoying the scenery, snapping photos of wildflowers or birds; downed trees covered in moss ... and you are walking.

 Today's hike was a combination.  There was no "survival gear," but there was some strenuous exercise and photos were taken.  The best part was enjoying a beautiful afternoon with a friend.  We talked and shared and laughed.  Today there were no tears, but it's okay if that happens.

 Friends are a special gift.  My current readings are about "community."  We need to have people in our lives that have our back.  Jonathon's servant said "I'm with you heart and soul."  1 Samuel 14:7

 It's easy to get so busy with life that you neglect these relationships.  So, phone a friend (I know that line has been used) go for a hike, grab a cup of coffee or just chat.  It's good for the heart and soul.

 Kindling community ~ Missy

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  1. Wildlife Art by SylMay 10, 2013 at 11:02 AM

    You are so right about not neglecting relationships. Life is to short..Glad you enjoyed your day..I am in the greenhouse today and just hangin' out with my tomatoes and peppers.

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    1. Missy AMay 10, 2013 at 11:06 AM

      Being in the garden is also a great way to spend an afternoon. Enjoy!

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