I awoke to the first snowfall of the season. Eager, to breathe the fresh air and watch the white flakes come down I headed to Harvard Gulch for a morning walk. The crisp cold air heightens my awareness, pulling me back to the moment. The moment of smoke coming from a chimney, a couple on their porch, and the intermixing of fall and winter. In route on the path that leads from DoBeor to Harvard Gulch, I was behind a dog and his owners. The dog, was overjoyed by the snow. He was so curious begging to explore this magical glitter coming from above. Upon arriving at the park, I chose a tree by a wooden fence to sit and journal. While journaling I felt a deep sense of serenity, as my heavy energies (stress, anxiety, etc) got soaked up by the tree, and in response, he (the tree) offered me peace of mind. A space to breathe, to be present, to be here nowhere else. I wondered if more people like John Muir sat within forests during storms perchance they'd see. They'd see these trees as living beings too. A whole life force that deserves to be protected for they protect us. Eventually, I got cold sitting outside, so decided to venture to Lil Coffea Shop for a cup of coffee. Here, I read my book "The Art of Non-Conformity" on a couch feeling beyond grateful for this peaceful morning.
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Nature Observations
At Harvard Gulch
"I do some of my best thinking
while pulling weeds."
Marth Smith
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