close up on tall grass and straw leaning over in the wind against a backdrop of cloud scattered blue sky.

the sun and the wind

Several years ago when I was busy with work, a whole season had gone by and I barely noticed. Being in nature has always been fundamental to my happiness and I wasn’t paying attention. From then on I made a point to be present to my outdoor environment.

Autumn is my favourite time of year. Even though technically it has just begun, I have heard people over several weeks begrudgingly state that summer was already over. With the persistent heat in southern Ontario, I wondered if summer was ever going to go away! Hunkered down in my air conditioned office, I realize I have ignored much of September.

Knowing that it will be some time before the days of wearing flip flops and feeling hot sun on my skin will come around again, I decided to step out on to the city street. Instantly I was greeted by blustery winds and the smell of high humidity. I paused to turn my head toward the sun and I inhaled deeply. Wondering how the nearby forest was coping, I headed into the ravine for a walk.

I noticed that although the leaves on the trees were mostly still lush and green, the bush appeared thinner and there were many crunchy tanned leaves on the ground. I could only see one maple tree holding scant evidence of changing colours. Is nature holding its breath or perhaps is it going about its routine, regardless of temperature.

As I walked further down the path I was greeted with many other colours. I found staples of late summer such as golden rod, rich purple michaelmas daisies and a variety of white and pinkish asters. I also found some remaining chickory (soft lilac) and a yellow and white ‘butter and eggs’. Many bushes had dark red branches and in the marsh area, there were hundreds of dark brown cattail flowers.

I heard a rustle low in the brush and it was a hairy woodpecker and a grackle, together, bobbing about. The Spring time cacophony of red winged blackbirds is long gone, replaced with gentle whispers of reeds waving high above my head. Suddenly I heard the shrill sound of a cicada! What a surprise to hear one this late, having already noted the carcasses on the path. A monarch butterfly drifted down onto a shrub, sleepily pumping the air. It allowed me to watch up close and I was mesmerized. Is it on its way south?

For another 20 minutes I enjoyed strolling through the ravine before completing the route to the city sidewalk. It was time to go back to work. My skin felt hydrated, my shoulders were relaxed and I felt ready for my afternoon meeting. I was smiling from ear-to-ear! There is something deeply satisfying about noticing change and I listen to the wind to tell me what’s next. Cooler temperatures coming this weekend. Welcome!

jo@solomojo.ca

 

 

 

 

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2 thoughts on “the sun and the wind”

  1. Exquisite – both the sentiment of “classic” mindful awareness, and your writing! (“Wondering how the nearby forest was coping… – love that). Your words, your ideas have such a strong pull for me. I am so curious to discover where that leads.

    1. Hi Maggie!
      I like it that you noticed the ‘classic’ term. In the modern sense of mindfulness, there is a mindful walking process and I do that in my apartment sometimes. But for those new to mindfulness and minimalism, I ask my clients just to take the time to pause without having to be so conscious of it. My ‘forest bathing’ and casual meditation (Sometimes when sitting I just allow my thoughts to go where ever they want) are easy first steps to a more formal mindfulness strategy.

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