It’s a bit of a paradox; how sinking into something can transport you to a higher place. I spent the afternoon at the Arboretum, with my macro lens. It seemed fitting, given my recent focus on going deeper.
Aren’t the patterns incredible? The balance. The contrast. Light and dark. Lines and Circles. Spirals. Being among these succulent plants at times felt like being on the ocean floor; swaying with the tide. I thought I noticed them waving at me. When no one was looking, I waved back.
I am beginning, just beginning, to grasp why this matters to me, and what it is calling me to do. I grew up being taught to care about the environment. What if I am actually part of the environment? I feel I have known these words for so long, but didn’t grasp them. I am beginning to understand this isn’t something you learn in a book. It’s something you feel-know-live.
The clouds part in the late afternoon. Picketpost mountain took the opportunity to remind me how things change each moment, and as you look at them from different directions. And in different light.
So, I did an assessment of our camp site. There sure was a lot of mud. The outhouses, which I initially happy about, turned out to require not only the “hover” but also a tight closing of the eyes to use.
It seemed right to invite a little change. So, we moved to higher ground.