I’m as guilty as the next, zooming past everyday miracles to meet my self-imposed priorities. Ironically, I live in a beautiful area, not far from the ocean (on good days, I can hear it), surrounded by wild flora and fauna. On most days, this privilege is lost on me.
There are some occasions, however, in the midst of my humdrum, daily routine, when Mother Nature insists she will not be ignored. These are short-lived epiphanies during which my senses seem heightened or maybe just more receptive to the wonders surrounding me. I may notice a sudden tangibility in the air or specific animals sounds. Perhaps my eyes catch unprecedented colours in the bramble. During these times, I appreciate more deeply how I’m just a speck in the intricacies of the world.
What if I could train myself to more than just notice the aspects of my environment, on a regular basis, but rather to value them between these overwhelming, all-stop, sensational awakenings? What if I let them filter through during my mindless chores and commutes? What if I acknowledge the woodpecker as I get into my car? Watch the sunlight slowly paint the lawn when I rise out of bed? I could decipher shapes in the fluffy, white clouds against the incredible blue sky or thankfully inhale the cool breeze as I hang my laundry.
This habit could infiltrate all of my moods during everyday tasks. It could lighten and even highlight the ordinary. I think it’s worth a try.
Another Summer Night in Prospect I first noticed the orange tint on our back deck, through the patio doors: a familiar hour - the sun’s unique signature, the gentle completion of her duties. -An unavoidable invitation for which simply being an eye witness wouldn’t do. I needed to satisfy all my senses so I aimed my thoughts and body outside; a short walk to the mailbox down the road - a minimal response to a subtle summons. -A half step outside my driveway, an incessant roar, greeting me from the ocean: an invisible and unrelenting pillow surrounding me. It’s source hidden deeply beyond the lush greenery, cushioning both sides of the road. Wild roses dotted my path - their scent gently mingled under my breath. Layered over the ever-echoing surf, birds were bidding the neighbour hood good night; not in a chorus, but in a beautiful chaos of languages. I felt the orange-patterned sky slowly tinting to pink, drawing my attention from the gravel beneath my feet. I was humbled by this moment of majesty - a humbleness not unlike being close to loved ones; loved ones you honour and admire, loved ones you soak in while you can. A humbleness rich in comfort.
B. Toner August 2021