4:33 a.m. Wake Up Eyes open, wide awake. I had set the alarm for 5 knowing full well that I would be too late to be in the field at sunrise. But last night my lazy self couldn’t face getting up before 5. Yet some part of my mind had registered the 5:13 sunrise time and now that same part of my mind was rousing me from my sleep. My sit spot mind knew the rewards for being present at…
(John-5:30 a.m.) Very different thoughts ran through my mind as I drove the familiar route to Prompton Lake on my way to an early morning sit spot. Today I would be achieving a long held goal, sharing the sit spot experience with another, in this case my friend Jerry. This was an opportunity to see if others experienced the same nature magic that I did. This would be my chance to confirm if my methods for blending in, for achieving…
Down the well-groomed, well-marked, sandy-surfaced trail I stepped. I could have easily driven to the lot at the end of the park and walked quickly out to the little island where I planned to do my sit spot. Instead, I chose to stroll a mile along the trail through the woods, to take the time to tune my senses, to open my awareness, to bring my attention to the present. The whitish-tan sand scrunched ever so softly under my shoes….
Omens and auguries usually don’t influence me. Yet on this early morning as I walked briskly down Perimeter Road on Isla Mujeres and saw the darkness of night above me and the first faint hints of daylight on the horizon ahead, and spotted the bright point of a morning star shining in the zone between last darkness and first light, I couldn’t help but to feel that the star was a positive omen for my upcoming sit spot. A few…
The snow fell straight down, plumb line vertical, landing with a soft snap, crackle, pop like Rice Krispies dropping into a vast bowl of white milk. Vertical snowfall I asked myself. In the Midwest where I grew up the snow never fell straight down. It was always driven at an angle by the wind. Using distance to gain perspective, I looked across the inlet, studied the snow, and verified that it was indeed dropping straight down. It wasn’t a heavy…
Frost coated grass crunched under my boots as I strode through the back yard heading to the beaver pond. In the dim predawn light dark shapes moved by the compost bin; deer feeding on the grass, maybe stretching into the bin to snatch bits of discarded lettuce and fruit peels. As I came closer I heard their hooves click as they clattered over the old flagstone wall and disappeared in the woods. Bands of red and orange inched above the…
Ice covered Prompton Lake; thin clear ice sprinkled with snowflakes along the shoreline, a vast milky-white sheet of thick ice over the middle decorated with scattered snow-swirls. From a tall pine near the shore a white-breasted nuthatch, perched on the trunk, greeted me with its reedy, yank, yank, yank call. I walked across the boat ramp parking lot to the West Shore Trail, glanced ahead and saw a shallow furrow of frozen mud winding through the woods. Crunching along the…
In the wind-shelter of an island of tall reeds, I pivoted the kayak around, and began my return journey down the Assateague Channel. Now, the stiff northeast breeze sailed me down the channel and the ebbing tide flowed in my favor. An occasional easy stroke with the paddle was all that was needed to stay on course. The sun broke through the thick, gray early November clouds and I savored its warmth on my face and chest. The waves splashed…
Two crows cawed softly in the distance, the first bird calls of the morning, the first sounds to pierce the cloak of predawn silence that enveloped the vast Pisgah National Forest. I paused, listened, and felt a smile spread across my face. What was it about crows cawing that made me smile? Was it a sense of familiarity, the realization that where ever I go in nature I always hear crows somewhere in the background? Or was it the…
Quietly, I opened the kitchen door of the old farm house, stepped down two well-worn concrete steps, past the old stone well house and into a circle of illumination cast by a bright fluorescent farm light. Crunching across a grass overgrown gravel driveway, I strode by a dark red barn and a rounded concrete silo foundation, all of it barely visible in the predawn light. I continued across the dew-wet grass of an abandoned pasture and reached my destination, a…