Whatever the circumstance, Wherever the location, You can always look up at the sky revel in the Magic of dusk and dawn, or Listen to the wind as it blows its mystery.
Whether around the eaves of the house, Or a potted plant on the balcony of an apartment, There’s a big world full of little things— Unnoticed beauty
Sometimes you need to get close to the ground Crouch down so you can see the Small and inconspicuous forces of nature The intricate webbing in the seaweed or The veins in a leaf
My Nana gave me binoculars and a magnifying glass when I was little All of a sudden the sprinkling of sand grains were Gleaming jewels of crystal rose, The patch of moss gained new interest as Insects became as big as lions
Have you ever heard the song of a wood thrush?
The voices just before daybreak are my favorite… Robins, Blue jays, cardinals A chorus so joyous it can only be the Throb of life itself Then there is the orchestra at night Crickets howl their tune until autumn ends and The frosty nights take over
In the winter, I would focus my glass at the Topography of the moon and when I was patient enough, I would see the birds pass across its face. I can still feel that moment It met me with a surprise and delight so strong it made my Heart race and sent goosebumps down my spine
When you dwell alongside our earth’s Beauty and mystery, You never have to be alone Or weary of life
In the refrain of nature, There is infinite healing, And there is infinite peace
Reflections When you are present in your attention, you shift your nervous system state. When I was a little girl, noticing my fascination with nature, my Nana gave me binoculars and a magnifying glass. The physiology of wonder — the kind that slows us down — is a gift I was given. A rehearsal of presence.
Desire is the nervous system’s movement toward what it cares about, the impulse to reach before the mind has found its reasons. What’s notable here isn’t the absence of struggle. It’s that the body reaches anyway, leaning into the weather rather than letting it decide, and that leaning is its own kind of aliveness.
