On a walk yesterday, I had my phone out snapping pictures of new plants poking out of the earth and fresh, green leaves sprouting from dead-looking brown branches.
I was also moving leaves with my feet to find rocks for my children. They love rocks. Actually, so do I. Rocks are awesome—all different shapes, sizes, colors. Some sparkle with mica, some glisten with quartz. Plus, they feel nice in your pocket. They’re grounding.
So there I was, stopped on my little walk, when an older gentleman in jogging pants came walking up to me. “Are you searching for something?” He looked a bit like he was approaching a badger.
I smiled as brightly as I could, “Just enjoying the spring weather and looking for pretty rocks for my kids.”
He shifted, clearly uncomfortable. Then just stood there.
“Oh,” he finally managed. Then he shook his head and started walking again, saying “okay…” as he got up some speed.
Am I searching for something? Yes. The energy and clarity I get from walking. And gifts from nature for my children.
My Sunday thoughts in 200 words or less.