One Month on the Road
The sun starts to rise before 6 in the morning here. If you’d told me 2 months ago that I’d be up to see the first light of the day, I’d have laughed, loudly. I am not a morning person, I would have said to you. That seems to be changing. I still don’t move very fast. I still want my morning coffee and to sit, just sit, for a while. I’m up though. I’m up. I’m outside. I’m listening to the birds and looking at my partner. I’m talking to the cats. It turns out that sleeping closer to the wind, sky, and trees has had an impact on my body and my inner rhythm. I can feel myself aligning with something. Nature? My Self? Hmmm….My natural self, perhaps.
I’ve been thinking a lot about growing older and wiser lately. I have some creative ideas brewing, but as I sit here writing this, I’m thinking that perhaps I’m not growing older and wiser. It feels more like I’m regressing a little bit. Regressing back to something more wild, more real, more…yes, natural. Just by being closer to IT all day every day. Mindful and awake to the present moment as I like to be, I can’t help but future trip a little and wonder what will be different after a year of living this way.
Allow me to past-trip instead though. Just a little journey backward to bring us all forward, to this moment — this moment that finds me looking at grey, pre-rain Colorado skies, feeling the wind, wondering if there will be a storm…
