Bundle up. We’re going on an early morning walk and it’s cold. In the 20’s cold. Dress in layers and be sure to include a hat and warm gloves or mittens. I’m wearing my mitten-gloves with a pair of liner gloves underneath because I’ll be taking photos and experience has taught me to protect my fingers.
When we are alone on a starlit night, when by chance we see the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers to rest and eat; when we see children in a moment when they are really children, when we know love in our hearts; or when, like the Japanese poet, Basho, we hear an old frog land in a quiet pond with a solitary splash — at such times the awakening, the turning inside out of all values, the “newness,” the emptiness and the purity of vision that make themselves evident, all these provide a glimpse of the cosmic dance.
~ Thomas Merton
This was not a good morning to sleep in. If I had slept in, I would have missed the fog and the early morning sunlight shining on the dew in the meadows, turning the spider webs into spun gold. Even Rumplestiltskin couldn’t have done it better.
Knowledge was inherent in all things. The world was a library and its books were the stones, leaves, grass, brooks… We learned to do what only the students of nature ever learn, and that was to feel beauty.
~ Luther Standing Bear (1868-1939)
This morning I stood at the back of the house and looked out at the meadows stretching out towards and around the pond, the meadow grasses merging with the wetland cattails, the cattails leading the way to the woods. Everything is so incredibly green. It’s as if the Green Man himself came by and with one touch brought the greening of the land.