Environment

Earth day/everyday

Ask not what the earth can do to/for you

But

What can you do to/for the earth

The sky above is a translucent blue hue today. As I sit and write I find rest in its backdrop. The palette of nature is truly transforming. The definitive comforting sky above, always present often omnipresently envelopes my senses honoring my smallness. The sunbeams are flickering between the shading of various trees allowing their leaves to shimmer as the gentle breeze meanders through the leaves and branches. A squirrel scurries up the bark for the hiding as a bird finds its perch. Both are content with their place in nature. A bee finds comfort among my planted flowers so close that I hear it's buzzing. A bird starts a conversation moving its head without need for an answer. A rhythm, there is always nature's rhythm. Synchronicities, serendipidous contentments of the days. The small, simple, mindful treasures so often ignored yet bringing the contentments of its continuities. Hurried we pay no notice gotta get, gotta go, pay no mind to what we sow. A simple quiet pleasure. To be still, enjoying the beautiful bounty of natures surroundings. The squirrel scurries down the tree into the open pathway of grass out of sight. Fellow birds have begun a refrain. I find myself enveloped in respite, content as the world passes me by. If only for a few minutes or longer whatever I have to spare. The quiet can be a refreshing meditative quencher. I partake and relish in this beautiful canvas of mine. These little often unappreciated or underappreciated daily occurrences. I think it's good for one along with the soul to pause. Find a space to commune with natural surroundings, to show respect and benevolence. All creatures great and small need this awareness and assuredness. A sigh or a breath of thankfulness. Today mine is just outside my door, sitting in my chair. A pause to enjoy the big blue beautiful sky and the simple abundance all around me. I am reminded how many years ago when my father was still alive as I was doing an upstairs remodel of a bathroom and bedrooms that overlooked the patio. I happened to look out the window seeing him just sitting outside quietly observing nature content in the sitting. This would become a habit for me then us. Watching him do this as I busily did my redo thing. Sometimes I would let him know that I was watching him others I would not, leaving him to his peaceful repose. When I would get his attention he would often tell me the different birds he had spotted or other things on his mind often leading to some good conversations as we both did our thing. The most important thing though was that the window was always open and we knew each other was there. One has to question whose attention is more important or perhaps that is not the real question for both have their own importance in their different ways. They can coexist together. The gotta get this project finished, gotta go, do with the I'm going to pause and take in the beauty. I didn't realize you were there but I'm glad for the company. The last conversation we had together I asked him or told him I really do not remember which, if you can come back how would you want for me to remember you by? Alright, I also told him to get in touch with me if he could also. My mom and I did the same who had passed before my dad but he was out of the loop on that one so I thought I'd fill him in on it. His answer to me was with the birds, think of me. Since then I have had many such encounters with them, the robins being my favorite. They might not even know it but I do. Isn't that all that really matters? I understand the reverent omnipresence and that they truly are with me. Enjoy the pause and always leave an open window. You never know what wisdom will be passed along or what you'll observe, hear, learn or discover.