“Forest Oasis”

Where we live, there are mountains to climb, everywhere. My backyard growing up, was miles and miles of forest mountain, where every Spring, the Winter's melted snow poured down to the river. We hiked a lot, to the trickle of these streams, stopping often for a fresh cold drink and even longer to rest, picnic or roll up our pant legs for some long awaited wading.

Every little water fall seemed to be magical to me and then the big ones...well...they have become summer destinations all over our province, and their booming sound, swimming holes and magic is exponentially awesome. It is pretty exciting to get the map out and seek these natural treasures.

The little ones though, serving as a tiny oasis for a hiker's refreshment, are always welcoming, quiet and provide a moment of peaceful reflection. No mapped location nor treasure hunters all around this one. No aspirations to become bigger and better. Just humbly content to fall and flow at the will of it's Maker, and elicit a few giggles from a little dirty toed girl.

Just a quiet trickle.
No boom.
Sometimes that's all we need.

“I will open rivers on the bare heights, and fountains in the midst of the valleys. I will make the wilderness a pool of water, and the dry land springs of water.”
Isaiah 41:18