Out of the cold, the remnants of melting snow,
The crackling of ice on pavement
a familiar sound of birds…
I was seeking peace,
doves above me, rise and fall
the sound of morning
and all I needed was peace
I have been isolated for the last four days. I feel like my whole life is a reboot with snow and ice as the catalyst.
It’s embarrassing, a comparison of New York in the snow versus Texas, but this isolation is everything I needed to recreate myself or maybe, more like get back to the person lost in the turmoil of daily life.
The sound of toil on a telephone pole
the incessant builder,
digging a hole.
I was seeking purpose
nothing stops in nature, every Machine
says its so, I was desperate for purpose
with no specific place to go
How often do you listen to the sound of nature, the cracking of snow, the sound of birds, it is a simple, easy and yet so difficult for most of us. Our lives are filled with things that need to be done.
Sometimes the greatest accomplishment is simply stopping long enough to listen, to hear our inner child. This is something I’ve been struggling with for many months.
The richness of red in a winter landscape
remembered as a child, they call them a soul
a high pitched chip as I walk home
the realization of joy, is knowing
we’re never alone
so why do we feel so, alone
I’ve been fighting depression for all my life, in the last few months, it’s been a constant. Even while I was doing what I love, going places and exploring the road, depression kept a hold on me.
This morning, the chore of walking the dog introduced me to my young self, a need I might have overlooked, the simple act of listening to the birds finds peace. The next obstacle or summit is probably joy-that has more to do with God than nature.
I was seeking silence,
I was wanting joy, a familiar soul
in the sounds of birds among the trees
a small child I used to know