Early today, I nearly surrendered to my weariness. I'll spare you the self-pitying rationale.
But as often happens, the natural world then helped rescue me from myself. While sitting in my car making a desultory journal entry, the warmth of the autumn sun washed over me. Through the windshield I noticed patches of clouds crossing the sky. The longer I stared at the movement of each unique cloud formation, the more restored I felt.
I then began writing what may eventually become song lyrics. It's equally possible that what I wrote may linger indefinitely in my notebook. In the end it doesn't matter because by the time I put down my pen and resumed staring at the clouds, my weariness had dissipated.
How I'd welcome hearing your story about the last time you were restored via any of the miracles the natural world delivers to us all every day.
Hey Pat. I love this post. There are time, sometimes outdoors and sometimes while home or someplace indoors, where I find myself captured by something - a picture, a cloud (as you did) or something that, for whatever reason, captures my attention and I will, almost, 'zone out' while it has my attention. Most of the time I find myself lost in thought that I have difficulty recalling. But there are many times when it has given me a restart, a fresh feel, and Im ready to go ... again.
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Bob
Bob; I'd hoped this post would speak to people. I'm glad it did so for you. Thank you - again - for your stalwart support.
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