It felt good getting back to the peninsula today. My schedule has been crazy lately and I’ve had to skip my daily trips for a few days. I’m ready to get back in the groove, and I’m shifting the visits to the mornings whenever possible, as well. (The photo at right is a picture from this morning of Clear Creek and the path that leads to the peninsula.)
I love this area in the morning. The moon’s feminine energy still lingers, hovering over the land, draping it in a calm peacefulness. A few night birds are still around, but even their intensity has faded after a night of foraging and feasting. (The photo above is of a Yellow-Crowned Night Heron. He was taking drinks of water causing ripples on the calm surface. And the photo at right is of a young yellow-crowned, enjoying the protection of a palm.)
It’s quiet, too. Not just activity-wise, but the actual sound is quiet. I have the place to myself. This may sound selfish, but I love it. The little bit of time that I spend here each day helps me keep my center, and it keeps me inspired and invigorates my soul. And so what sometimes sounds like a silly exercise, is the fuel that keeps me going.
This was a Green Thought a few days ago: Nature is not a place to visit. It is home. (Gary Snyder ). Yes, it is home to the soul.
Green Thought: “I don’t ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful.” ― Pete Hamill