Creekside Morning
An Invitation to Gratitude
Come with me for a moment. Let’s step into the morning together, down a quiet path where the air is cool and soft with dew. The creek is waiting, the current flowing gently, carrying the hush of the early day. I find a bench near the edge, still damp from the night, and after brushing it dry, I settle in. Perhaps you would sit here too, beside me, and listen.
The water moves with ease, slipping over the rocks with a streak of white that glimmers like a thread of light. It feels ancient, steady, reminding us that life does not hurry. It flows at its own rhythm. Across the creek, Rose of Sharon bushes are blooming, pink and white blossoms standing against the turning leaves. Some are already red orange, curling brown at the tips, signaling the lack of rain recently. Yet here are flowers still offering beauty, as if to whisper that every moment, and even imperfection hold something worth noticing.
I pause, breathe in the morning, and gratitude rises naturally. Thank you for this gentle day. Thank you for the breeze across my skin. Thank you, God, for another sunrise, another chance to live. Perhaps you feel it too, that quiet gratitude. It doesn’t need to be complicated. Just a small acknowledgment that life, in this very breath, is a gift.
A butterfly drifts into view, wandering among the blossoms. It moves as if the air itself were a companion, playful and free. Watching it, I think how often we weigh ourselves down with effort, striving to achieve, pushing forward without rest. And yet here is this small creature, reminding us that joy can be light, effortless, unburdened. Maybe we are meant to move like this more often, to hover, to delight, to let life be gentle where it can be.
The park is waking up around us now. A few dog walkers stroll by with their companions trotting happily beside them. Under the pavilion, a group gathers for their Sunday morning, voices carrying laughter across the breeze. Their presence is another reminder: beauty is not just in petals and water, but in the warmth of people together, in the simple act of being with one another.
And then a noise. A motorcycle roars in the distance, breaking the calm. For a moment it feels jarring, but then the quiet that follows seems deeper, more profound. Peace, I realize, is not the absence of interruption but the stillness we can hold within us. The way calm returns when you choose to breathe and remain open.
Down by the water, a white-and-tan dog jumps eagerly into the creek. She splashes, wades, and then lowers herself fully into the current, surrendering to its cool embrace. When she rises, she shakes herself with such vigor that droplets scatter in every direction, catching the sunlight like a thousand tiny stars. For a moment, everything is shimmering, and then it’s gone. Isn’t that how beauty often comes to us? Fleeting, ordinary, gone in a heartbeat, but unforgettable if we’re willing to notice.
All around us the trees stand tall, maples, oaks, tulip poplars, spruces, pines. I remember when they were smaller years ago when I first began walking here. Their quiet persistence reminds me that growth takes time, happening quietly, often unseen. You, too, are growing, even when you don’t feel it. Perhaps that’s a comfort knowing that each season is shaping us, even in ways we cannot yet name.
We walk together now toward a small wooden footbridge. Its boards creak beneath our step, carrying echoes of all who have crossed before. Trails stretch out beyond it, toward homes and apartments where memories live. For a moment, the past calls out. But today we turn back, returning to the present, letting the creek lead us again.
As we near the pavilion, voices rise in song as praises lifted to God, blending with the sound of water and the rustle of leaves. The music feels like the final thread woven into the morning, tying everything together. And I realize the whole experience has been its own kind of hymn: the blossoms, the butterfly, the dog, the trees, the laughter, even the noise of the motorcycle. All of it belongs. All of it is part of the song.
So, I sit once more, and I give thanks, for this morning, for the gift of being here, for the reminder that beauty is everywhere if we choose to pause. And I wonder: if you were sitting here beside me, what would you be thankful of? Would it be the light on the water, the laughter of others, the quiet of the trees, or perhaps something even simpler, the very breath that allows you to notice at all?
The creek side offers its invitation not just to me, but to you as well: gratitude does not wait for rare occasions. It is found in every breath, every detail, every moment willing to be noticed. The world is always offering its beauty. Will you pause long enough to receive it?
As you reflect on your own life, what small detail has recently reminded you to be grateful? I’d love for you to share your thoughts in the comments; your story may be the reminder someone else needs today.
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