In the woods on Thanksgiving

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It was a windy and cold day, but bundled up it was perfect for a walk in the woods. It gave me a much needed blast of fresh air for my system, and the sun was strong enough to warm my face. I find many of my days recently are spent indoors on art tasks, DIY or house chores. All of which while necessary don’t really invigorate like getting out on the trail. As we inch closer to putting the house on the market it seems as if the “stuff” is proliferating instead of diminishing with each box packed or taken away. Which is why I need more time out of doors in the forest, there I don’t have to tidy, fix or attend to, I can just be and enjoy, breathe and move, and feel great all the while.

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Tree-charging

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This tree stands in a large cornfield I pass when I take the long way to work. It is set back from the road, so if you don’t know it is there you are likely to miss it. I try to visit this spot every season to see how the tree has fared, and am always struck by the setting and the wide open feel in spite of the businesses that are a stones throw away. I have always been drawn to trees, both full forests and those that stand alone as this one does. I am thinking over this weekend I will need to go see what the tree is up to this season, and recharge myself a bit while I am there. It always does the trick!

The path to summer

9-11-2011_079It looks like we are due for another wet Memorial Day weekend here in the New England area. But I am hoping that the weather reporters are being pessimistic, that the rain will end today and not continue over the weekend. It might, it might not. I hope it does for all those planning cookouts, graduation parties, tournaments and camping trips. As we basically lost spring this year it is a shame to lose the start of the summer stretch. But there you have it, weather does what it will.   I look forward to summer, that idealized version we hold in our minds of long days to meander through, that sense of timelessness that summer seems to bring. Not unlike when being snowbound brings in the winter. Childhood days are like that, unbound by time. Or at least they used to be, maybe now that sense of a boundless amount of summer is gone. I hope not, as it is a wonderful sensation to feel that each day is overflowing with potential adventure and that your time is your own. As adults we are so bound up by timetables, both our own and those imposed on us, that we are rarely able to have days of aimless wandering in which to recharge. This weekend, rain or shine, try to carve out a niche of time for something that makes you feel footloose and fancy free.