Sunday’s are one of those nebulous and lazy times for both
reflection and meditation.
I’m talking about a lazy meditation. The kind where you can
let your thoughts wander from the mind-cage of your easy chair or porch lounger
to wherever they go. Formal meditation is a little more structured and that
works too, but this is a Sunday and formalities hide in the luxury of nothing,
of no-thing.
My mind, yesterday, focused on the delicate shades of green
in the myriad of tree species growing on my property. There too, it’s not
really my property. I agree with the native peoples of the earth who say we
cannot own pieces of nature; all we can do is hold them and care for them in a
stewardship relationship until we pass and then someone else will do the same.
I think all colors have their hues and tints, but it takes
concentration to see them. Green is the most common and prolific at least in
the spring and summer season where I live.
My eye wandered slowly up and down the undulating clusters
of the trees leafy green shawls and stopped abruptly where contrasting species
collided in forest proximity. The Pine green is different than the Maple or Oak
green. Needles and leaves, intermingle, growing side by side where seeds took
root decades ago, what a contrast of form and grace.
If you’ve never walked in a forest, you should. It is a lesson
in conservation. Nature does not over populate its space. For each acre of land
there are a certain number of trees; only what the soil can sustain. I’m sure
Arborists can give you the average number, if that statistic interests you.
A gentle breeze came up as I looked and thought. The green
leaves fluttered and quaked, spun and wiggled, and flowed with the rhythm of
the wind. It was a great day.
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