Reminding Busy Women to Let Our Lights Shine!

Dawn Tolbert | Writer

Creek Song #366Days Day 105

Yesterday, Larry and I decided to go to Rockmart for dinner and to walk on the Silver Comet Trail. If you’re not from around here, you might not know that the Silver Comet Trail is a walking trail built along the path of an abandoned railroad that first opened in 1897.

We started out in Seaborn Jones Park and headed what eventually became east, walking alongside Euharlee Creek. We spent an hour and a half on the trail and saw maybe, MAYBE a dozen people the entire time. A few guys buzzed by us on bikes at various times, but for the vast majority of the time it was just us, the trail, the creek and nature.

We saw Red Bud trees more than 30 feet tall. In my less-rugged world, those trees don’t get too big. But in a passage blasted through rock a lot higher than our heads, those trees had to stretch themselves to get the light. They’d grown tall and straight and were in glorious full bloom.

We didn’t actually see a lot of critters along the trail although we heard quite a few birds and a few things skittering among the leaves. I’m happier not knowing what those things were. The imagination is a lot more fun.

But despite our living-thing-free walk, there were times that it got kind of loud out there. No, it wasn’t traffic or even the teens we ran into laughing, It was the creek song.

For a lot of our walk, the creek runs smooth and easy, gentling its way along. But we’ve had a good bit of rain of late, and there were places where the creek ran strong, hurrying along, leaping over rocks in its path, the obstacles making the water sing.

Too often in life, we want things to be smooth, for nothing to be in our way or to slow us down. But at the rocks, the creek moved faster, more determined, and had more song.

I looked up the name of the creek, by the way, to be sure I was telling you the right things. “Euharlee” is the name given this stretch of water by the Cherokee or Creek Indians; time has lost the particulars of origin. But, we do know the meaning: “she laughs as she runs.”

Isn’t that simply marvelous?

I want to learn the lessons of the Red Bud and the Euharlee, stretching to grow, singing over obstacles, laughing as I run.


3 Comment

  1. Love this Dawn! What a great metaphor for life …that the obstacles in our way make us stronger and eventually lead to greater things. “She laughs as she runs” is a much better quote then “don’t run with scissors!” 🙂 Have a great Saturday!

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