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Mother Nature ..,

Today truly felt like a different kind of day for me. It’s really hard to describe. It was like a special kind of calling. There was an awakening in a different kind of level. Felt like Mother Nature was doing her best to get my attention. Good a time as ever, I thought, to cross the street and sit on a bench that was overlooking the lake.

As I sat there in total contemplation and awareness, I could feel the wind stroking my face. The trees all around me swayed back and forth and I just got a sense that they were conscious of my presence. Suddenly, a little bird distracted me as it placed itself on a little bush just singing his heart  out, as if I was his sole audience. Soon to realize that this was not so,. As I turned to my left, I spotted an elderly woman sitting on the other end of the bench holding tightly to her old wooden cane. She looked my way and offered a gentle smile. She had a very soft voice, but I was able to make out .. “ How are you doing today, young man ? “. I feel different today, was my reply. I know, she said.

Suddenly a squirrel came down the bark of the tree. It moved nervously in, out and around the bark till it vanished in a bush. I turned to my left to make eye contact once again with the old woman. But, she was no more. As mysteriously as she came so she left. Only leaving a slight gust of wind that sweeped away any traces of her presence.

I knew it was time for me to go. As I crossed the street to go to my house, I came face to face with a neighbor. Hey Val, what’s up ? I saw you sitting out by the bench. Not much, I said. Just thought I would take a little time to have a brief conversation with Mother Nature.


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Cranky Old Witch

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On the daily. Have those conversations on the daily.

Even for those in the heart of the city, where the green algae grows on the rusted iron beams in the dank and damp places, she's there. In those cracks in the sidewalks where rare grass seeds find purchase and grow, she is there. The birds in their nooks against the wind within the masonry of old buildings, and yes, too, the rats fat from living on the crusts of the city's denizens.

From the wild places to the man-made mazes of a financial district, she's there.


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Agreed.

We just need to have the eyes to see and the ears to hear.

Thanks for reading and being here

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Ducky27

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he touched grass


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