Some days are just made for observing. Today was one of those days. The above is looking out my doors a bit after sunrise. It takes a while to become fully sunlit due to the mountains and trees. It is usually very quiet, enough so that I can hear the hummingbirds while inside. I love the quiet. I used to play music a lot, but now it’s a sporadic thing, although I did revisit Brian Crane’s Songs for Sienna one evening. I know, living in a bus, nomadic, you probably expected Phish, Grateful Dead, Pink Floyd or such – all terrific bands, mind you. Sometimes, though, within the wilderness I feel the need to counter its majesty with a bit of respect and gentility. Hang drum music, along with some dulcimer pieces also often fit the bill.
On today’s walk I spotted some new flowers as well. The rains are bringing new color to the fore.
Every time I walk, I discover something new, perhaps overlooked before, or just simply new. Walking meditation is one of my favorite forms of truly being in the moment. Seeing what is right here, right now. How light falls in through the window.
The heart shape of a rock on the creek bank.
Tomorrow, walk, and look. There are worlds beneath us, beside us, above us. Get to know them and their inhabitants. But be careful, you might find yourself smiling for reasons known only to you 🙂