I plan my mindful walks every day. They are part of my self prescribed therapy. They are critical for my happiness. They are imperative to my journey towards healing. I HAVE to experience good and I HAVE to make that a choice.
I have incorporated a few more senses than before. I used to just look. Now I listen. I close my eyes and I listen to the sound the leaves make. I listen to the sound the rain drops make. I feel with my hands the bark of the trees. I felt this green moss today. For a long time I sat and ran my hand over this green moss on the side of the road. I closed my eyes and felt it. It felt like a soft bristle hair brush. Dense and yet soft. Then I smelled it thinking it would stink but it had no smell at all.
I saw my owl. It is the first time I have seen her in 2 weeks now. She swooped down right in front of us and picked up a snake and took it to a branch. I closed my eyes and just listened to her up there. I then just watched her and talked to her. She was wet from the rain. Infact it started sprinkling as we were there and the raindrops fell onto my face as I watched her. I felt the raindrop like it was the first time I’d ever felt a raindrop on my face. I had missed her so much. She made one small noise at me like she used to. She knew me. She remembered. I know she is a wild bird now and not “my owl” but she still remembers and we will always have a connection.
I saw a pink flower and it felt like velvet.
I saw a pink and yellow flower that I can only say looks like it does NOT come from this planet. It was AMAZING. It glowed. It looked like a light was under it illuminating it. I’ve never seen anything like it.
I went down a new road and saw a fruit tree right next to the road. I have no idea what this fruit was but I took a picture of it anyway. It seemed so, random, some fruit right there next to the road.
Then I was rummaging around in this person’s front yard looking at her flowers and she popped out and asked if she could help me. I laughed. I told her I was just trying to get a picture of a butterfly on one of her flowers. She was SOOO kind to my trespassing!!! She invited me in to see her pond and all of her other flowers. I told her I was in heaven looking at her flowers and she said I could take as many pictures of them as I wanted to and she would give me anything that I wanted. How nice is that!!!!!!
This is the second time I have been busted taking photographs of beautiful flowers that caught my eye in someone’s front yard and been invited to look at the rest of their flowers in their back yard. I know it isn’t really trespassing to take a picture of a flower by the road but it is a bit startling when the owner of the house comes out and wants to know what your’re doing!!! It has been so refreshing I have to tell you, to be welcomed by these neighbors and given further opportunity to learn more about the things they have planted. AND to be given permission to photograph other things not just by the side of the road.
So this picture of the bird bath with the yellow and blue flowers was next to this neighbor’s pond. This pink flower was there too. She had an appointment to go to and just told me to stay as long as I liked looking at her flowers. I LOVE kindness. Just random acts of kindness!!! So I looked at each flower and listened to the sound of her pond and the water trickling in it. It was beautiful there.
I’ve included the photographs from her yard.
Here seems like a good place to say that I am obviously NOT a photographer. Every photograph that you see on my blog that is of owls, foxes, nature, moss, trees, flowers, are all part of my mindfulness walks. I know they are not perfect. But that is not the goal. The goal is to take a picture of the moment I am completely immersed in. That way I can come home and if I am having a bad moment, I can refer back to the mindful moment wtih the flower, or the owl. All part of the therapy I have created for myself. So thank you for not judging the imperfections of my photography and simply coming along for the walk with me. I truly love sharing them all.
The last picture I posted is of a yucca. The Native American Indians used to use the root as soap. I was very excited when I moved into this house and saw them. They remind me of the land that was here long before we (well not me) cut down the trees and commercialized everything. My mom ripped them out because they were ugly and not part of a garden. I was so upset. That was years ago. This year, they all came back. The roots decided that whatever was left would make a come back. I can look at that plant and be reminded that we can be ripped out and thrown away but STILL make a come back.