The weather is fantastic. Saturday and today I walked for hours and hopped on and off Nice Ride bikes and light rail cars because I couldn’t soak up enough daylight. Whenever I thought it was time to head home I looked up and realized the sun was still high in the sky and there were still fields and nooks and vistas I hadn’t stopped at before.
This weekend I did not go camping because there was big boy stuff to take care of at home. But there’s a lot of nature to observe in the city: the buds are popping out. A red-winged blackbird was calling atop a sign above a freeway (I have never seen this before). The crayfish are crawling about in the river.
Observing nature whether afield or in the city I discern major destructive events as well as dramatic growth.
This attunes me to my own transformation. It encourages me to take the long view and to love and revere this whole process as if I was watching the grand project of life itself.
Not watching, but captaining, determining the thing. And sitting there by the river in spring is the perfect time to reassert the exact direction I want to go in, and decide who is to be my crew.
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