Taking stock of the little things
August 7, 2009
I have been preoccupied of late with the state of everything around me that I cannot seem to control. The worry over finances and lack there of, the worry over health insurance and lack there of, the worry over employment and lack there of… you get the picture. It has been very easy to close myself off from the world around me. Earlier this week I started walking. I still have pain in my hip and back, so these forays have been slow yet steady. On a walk up the mountain I discovered yellow fringed orchids. On a walk down the valley I had a rather terse discussion with a young black bear.
Today my walk was accompanied by my lovely, talkative daughter, the Monkey. Silence was not found, but enjoyment and chatter were. We kept an eye out for one of the flocks of resident wild turkeys. We listened to the different sounds the crows make (almost as many as Monkey can make). We wondered why one of our neighbors never seems to enjoy the beautiful spring-fed pond next to their house (in fact we rarely see the adults or two children outside). We decided if we had that pond we would have a canoe and a row-boat and swim every day, even if it was cloudy. We started our walk encased in fog and ended in bright blue sunshine.
My point, if there is one, is that by taking notice of the little things around me (like the sassafras fruit in the photo) I am inspired and healed. I can’t control any of these things either, but I’m not meant to. It’s better than therapy (and a lot cheaper). And while I remain unemployed and uninsured, I am painting prolifically and spending time with the Monkey before she disappears down the halls of school once more. It’s not all bad and things are looking up – I should have more to say about that very soon…
In the mean time, I’m heading back outside to paint and enjoy the minutiae of life around me.