Thanksgiving Hike

“We haven’t stopped running, but we are getting slower. We have little people running with us now. We have passed others. Our own people will pass us. They will grow and meet others who are young and strong and they will feel as if they are part of the very beginning of life. We may fall on our knees or into a final sleep, but we will see the inside of that storm. We will see the other side of that storm, where there is no death from living. The young will mark the sand with a stone and gather round to scatter words on the wind and ponder the speed of time, of life, of grace. I do it now.”

– from Death by Living by N.D. Wilson

This November we drove across the country to my childhood home for Thanksgiving. In the morning before we stuffed ourselves with turkey and mashed potatoes we hiked through McCormicks Creek, the state park  I adventured in as a young girl. It felt like time was coming full circle and spinning on forever as I watched my boys run through the same paths and waterfalls that I played in at their age. I wrote a short piece on fleeting moments and capturing time inspired by this hike. It’s available in the spring issue of the magazine Deeply Rooted and you can order a copy here. Below are some new favorite images from that day.

11-2014 . McCormicks Creek hike on Thanksgiving morning during our cross country road trip to Indiana . images of me by Jesse