Mother Nature reminded me again last night to appreciate its beauty by simply looking up.
It was twilight when I looked out the window and caught a glimpse of the sliver of moon calling me.
As I stepped outside, I noticed Venus was shining, sparkling, bright directly above the waxing crescent moon. It was breathtaking. While the soft blue sky slowly turned cerulean then indigo, I just stood there, feeling at once very small and also as if my Self could not possibly be contained in my human body – I was connected to these celestial bodies.
The feeling of being part of something larger is a conundrum. It’s intimate – I want to keep this for myself yet share it with the world.
I am sharing this moment, as I have before, of looking up.
Whether there are glittering snow-covered branches, rich orange autumn leaves, pale rays of sunshine filtering through pine trees, or dragon-shaped clouds, nature is there. If you look, it will provide peace, calm, joy, wonder.
We are too often looking down or not looking at all – not paying attention to what is around us, never mind what is above us.
I’m thinking of buying workout clothes. Like those running tights or trendy exercise tops or something. Because when I’m out walking in “regular” clothes, jeans and a fleece for example, I get the strangest looks.
I smile at people. Some don’t smile back. Some hesitantly half-smile—like they’ve just remembered their manners. They appraise me head to toe. (I’m not that interesting to look at.) I’m clearly offending them in some way by wearing everyday clothing. Like I’m mocking their exercise routine. Or maybe they’re simply confused. Their looks seem to say:
What the hell are you doing?
Did your car break down?
If I’m in jeans, I can’t possibly be exercising. And, apparently, simply going for a walk to enjoy the outdoors or get some fresh air is unfathomable. I don’t even wear sneakers, usually, so let’s call this walk what it is: a stroll. What the frick is wrong with strolling? It stills my whirring mind and grounds me. Plus, sun shining through pine trees is pretty.
Hey, ladies in the matching jogging suits…stop and smell the pinecones.
What’s the deal?
Forget dinosaurs and dodo birds, we’ll be saying “It’s gone the way of the walk” sometime soon.