My hike yesterday was lovely. It was beyond lovely; it was restorative, refreshing, recharging… It was lovely, too.
The sounds of this playful creek followed me everywhere, distancing me from everyday stress, noise, and distractions.
I realized almost immediately that I’d forgotten my hiking staff. The trails were often quite steep, and the snags and obstacles were plentiful. Mindfulness became a pleasant necessity to hike these trails safely.
Being present matters; there’s always something just ahead worth my attention.
I walked and took in the sounds and scents of the forest, filling my lungs with the sweet soft air, and pausing now and then just to be.
The path brings me alongside the creek several times.
My eyes were sharper than my ability to snap a picture, and the many lovely pictures of dense green forest that I brought home with me rarely capture the squirrels, birds, small mammals, insects, and other signs of life I had attempted to photograph. It doesn’t matter much; the pictures are lovely all the same.
The morning was a green wonderland.
I went out purposefully enough, and intending more than exercise and exploration. I really needed a bit of a break, a departure from my routine, and some time and space to sort a few things out and meditate on life and love, and consider my trajectory into my future. It’s a birthday thing.
I needed to consider the path I am choosing, rather than simply walk it without thought.
So much of life is directly determined by the choices I make. Simple choices, difficult choices, choice that seem unimportant, choices that seem urgent in the moment…every choice I make, like a single domino in a very long complex arrangement of dominoes standing closely together, is almost insignificant considered independently from all those other choices. Every single choice contains the power to change my experience, my understanding of myself, even to change the world.
Perspective matters, too; what appears to be an obstacle from a distance, may have no effect on the journey I am taking, myself, when I get there.
I walked less distance in miles yesterday than I did the week before. The trails were steeper, and the hike took about the same amount of time. The journey was more rewarding – because I allowed it to be? Different choices. Different experience.
Sometimes the peace I am seeking isn’t far removed from the turmoil I am struggling with; it’s more a matter of perspective.
I walked with great care, avoiding snags and missteps. I walked with great awareness, opening my eyes to the lush beauty, my heart to healing, and my consciousness to being present in such a lovely moment.
My journey, my choices, my experience… we are each having our own experience.
It was a good morning for a solitary walk through every possible color of green. It often seemed I was truly alone, separate, isolated, and content in my solitude. As is so often the case with perception and appearances, it was fairly illusory. Plenty of other people came to the park to hike those narrow trails yesterday. I occasionally saw them.
There were more flowers than people, which seemed a pleasant balance.
I contemplated how small a single individual can be…
A small commonplace flower, taken singly, has little impact on my senses.
…and how mighty we can become together.
A hillside covered with tiny white flowers dominates my view.
I love the metaphors that life itself provides as part of the curriculum – and part of the floor show. I enjoyed a quiet conversation with a small girl, about small flowers, and how easily small things can be a big deal, taken as a part of a greater whole.
There were plenty of small white flowers with which to make the point.
They sometimes appear to float above the greenery like some strange mist.
Life isn’t always about flowers.
Sometimes it is about the steps we take…
Sometimes it is about sharing some piece of the journey or crossing paths with another traveler.
As removed from the world as I felt, as far away from the busy-ness of human affairs, as distant from drama and obligation and stress as it seemed to be out among the trees, I was never really ‘alone’.
Every moment of solitary contemplation…
…each opportunity to alter my perspective…
…and moving on to another moment, I found I was quickly followed by others, also seeking, also contemplating, and on their own journey.
Yes, we are all having our own experience… yes, our unique experience as a human being can feel pretty lonely sometimes, isolated, neglected, unheard… we are, however, also all in this together on a relatively small ball of rock, each likely doing something like our best, most of the time, or at least thinking so. Choices matter. Awareness matters. Being, right now, just being matters so much.
As I left the park, I pass this kind reminder… we are all interconnected.
I will be back to this lovely oasis of serenity, and I carry some pieces of it with me even now; a contented smile, a handful of pictures, and the memory of a journey, and a metaphor. Today is a good day to make good choices. Today is a good day to recognize that we’re all in this together. Today is a good day to treat each being well – including myself. Today is a good day to change the world.
Evening Light 