November. Gray skies, dropping temperatures, bare trees, winter winds, snow, and ice ahead. The worst part is the loss of daylight. After the shift from daylight savings, which always happens around November 1st, the days become noticeably and progressively shorter. I can sense the approach of dusk as early as 3:30 in the afternoon. Resignation. Knowing that the warmth and light and world of green leaves and growing plants are gone until next May. That is five long months or…
I discover the beauty and complexity of the riparian zone.
Listening to and reflecting upon the beautiful dawn chorus of birdsongs.
Across the road, down the sand-filled steps, and onto the beach. Faint, predawn light lifted above the ocean horizon. Shucking my sandals, I pushed my bare feet into the night cooled sand and walked down the beach until I found a promising spot halfway between the dunes and the shoreline. Setting up my camp chair, I sat down, pulled out my notebook, ready to begin an hour-long, sunrise sit spot. I tried to write down my initial impressions, but it…
Nature Moments walk for mindfulness and welll-being.
The last pull of the ebbing tide carried my kayak seaward as I paddled through the salt marsh channel. My destination was Bear Island, a pristine, four-mile-long barrier island facing the North Atlantic Ocean in Hammocks Beach State Park near Swansboro, NC. For twelve autumns while on vacation I had followed this marked paddle trail out to Bear Island where I walked the wide sandy beach, gazed at the blue ocean, listened to the rolling surf, looked for seashells,…
Facing a number of unknowns, I found myself searching for an encouraging sign. Having departed before sunrise, I was on my way to Forestburgh, NY to meet Benita for a shared sit spot. The first and most pressing unknown was finding her house and then arriving on time. So far, my trusty GPS was guiding me accurately and predicted an on-time arrival. The second unknown was finding a suitable location for our planned hour-long nature sit spot. Usually when trying…
Threshold I stepped across a scattering of large gray rocks, remnants of an old stone wall, a threshold to mark my departure from home and yard and my entry to an hour long sit spot. Once across the threshold I would slow my pace, shift my awareness into noticing, and proceed slowly to my destination. Crossing the threshold was the easy second step in conducting a sit spot. The first step, forming the intention was much more difficult. Why, I…
A scenic and meaningful ride of the High Bridge Trail near Farmville, VA. We learned about the importance of green infrastructure and the experience of the riders high.
One always walks in silence.