Natural Rewards
Almost immediately, as one enters a natural habitat, the internal clock begins to tick more slowly. There is a sense that time takes on a completely different dimension. Thoughts of due dates, assignments or appointments fade away, as the mind slowly unwinds and begins to adopt the pace of the natural world.
Taking in the visual field before me I notice that to my right is a field of golden scrub grass blowing gently in the afternoon breeze, as the last rays of sunshine wash across this broad, glowing expanse.
Looking up, I am surprised by the complex pattern of gnarled old oak limbs, with its expansive canopy from which jays and wrens roost, and woodpeckers create their characteristic designs on the ancient bark.
The cool breeze wafts over me, and I inhale the woodland aroma of leaf, tree, lichen and earth. As the late afternoon shadows begin to lengthen, from the shrubs on my left I hear the rustle of underbrush, and into the clearing steps a doe and her fawn. Again I am reminded of the beauty of the natural world. My knitting and reading can't hold a candle to the immediate delights of Augustin Bernal Park.
It is reluctantly that I realize it is time to leave this place of tranquil beauty. As I pack up my untouched knitting project and book, I feel I have received a very special gift of time enveloped in a heavenly place.
~Kathy~
Mom, when are we going to blaze it?
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