I was fortunate to live out in the country for many years. Shady backroads, ruler straight corn rows, and a fox running through an apple orchard was an elixir for all that ailed. I live in the ‘burbs’ now and during this pandemic, there have been many times I longed to be sitting once again by my pond watching dragon flies hover over the lily pad’s.
These days, I don’t find myself venturing beyond the city limits as much as I used to, however, the ‘country snob’ that still lingers in me sometimes hinders my appreciation for what I now see around me. We Created humans tend to shut off or ignore things depending on our own prejudices, don’t we? But in the last few years I have found that an urban calm can be as nurturing to the soul as a country quiet, if you but eyes to see and ears to hear.
The photos above were taken on the bike path I walk often that runs through my neighborhood. The photos were taken in the same spot 24-hours apart. I remember sitting on the bench you see in one of the photos and just listening to the space in which I found myself. Nature moves differently in town, but it does move, it does call, it does heal if you know its secrets. A sunset has many faces. It can be broad with pudgy cheeks if it has room, or as slender as a reed, depending on how many rooftops it needs to dance over. But its beauty cannot be ignored wherever you are. And as for snow in the city, well, its calming drifts cheer up any scene and makes art out of the silliest things like monkey bars and picnic tables.
We miss so much by our own narrow-mindedness. Or maybe we miss so much because we simply don’t take the time to look or listen to what is before us. The other night sitting on that bench, I heard children’s voices mixed with quiet drifts of snow. During that spectacular sunset the evening before, the most appetizing aroma was wafting around me as someone in the house across the street was fixing supper.
Our relationship with Covid has not yet ended. We still have many weeks ahead of masks, and social distancing, and hospitals, and sheltering-in-place and, well, you know the drill. Don’t let these weeks slip away only filled with angst. Appreciate what you have, where you are, what you see, what you smell, what you hear, and who you are with. Embrace it all. That way, once we are done with this horrible era, we will not be diminished by it. We will not have to play catch up in our own lives because we didn’t stop seeing, listening and being.
That’s all I got for now…