I am learning to notice. I am learning to appreciate little things that often get overlooked because they are wedged between obvious noticable problematic things.
This is my new super power.
Yesterday was one of those days. Cold, gray, Monday. No one seemed to be in a good mood. Even at yoga. I think the weather is starting to get even the toughest New Englander down. Its almost June, but still in the 40s and 50s. Days of rain and wind and gray. On top of the rest of whats on the news…
Yesterday, a portion if road closure, rerouted me through a beautiful forest scape. Both sides of the road, trees for as far as the eye could see. At long last, I noticed that leaves are back. Bright green and bursting to life, pops of pink and white flowering bushes and trees interspersed in wide tall swaths of green.
Spring has bonanza moments here. As nature wakes itself up, birds are everywhere calling to one another long before dawn, carrying foliage, building nests. A mother fox lives down the road with her four adorable babies. Bunnies, squirrels, badgers. It’s practically a Beatrix Potter story. And exactly that magical.
I kept looking at the trees. Only a few weeks ago, lifeless sticks, now swaying as if dancing, while tiny unfurowing leaves flutter in the wind. Its kinda breathtaking, something you have to notice to appreciate, but once you do…
Nature can be magical.
Peace Kit 