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Lessons in Nature

January 08, 2024 by Amy Bisson in Braindroppings, Life, Post Retirement Life

There is a particular beauty in writing when it resonates.

I connected with this piece in today’s New York Times by Margaret Renkl, and through Ms. Renkl’s writing, I’m reminded of the power of observation of the natural world, of quietly reflecting on the order of the universe.

I’m reminded that the natural world has an uncanny ability to connect with humanity and our reactions to the surrounding chaos that oftentimes is part of the human condition.

Margaret Renkl suggests that within this moment of uncertainty, there might be an opportunity to observe and connect with our natural world, and I cannot disagree. The next months leading up to the presidential election will no doubt present many, many moments filled with anxiety. I am anxious about that and about the end result; much of my anxiety stems from the nonstop barrage from pollsters, opiners and interpreters of current events, and the press in general; those who seem to have the bully (and I mean that literally) pulpit.

I live on the banks of the Merrimack River here in northern Massachusetts. The river can, at times, churn powerfully, overspilling the banks and flooding, as it did a few short weeks ago. It is during those times that I am reminded to respect the river’s power to overwhelm. In those days, the Merrimack’s power to take and to destroy whatever is in its path dominates.

But when the danger passes and the waters subside, there is calmness, a near peaceful co-existence. There may be damages or cleaning up to do, and certainly repairs need to be made.

It feels to me as we are in the midst of churn now; it is an anxious period when, speaking for myself, I am unsure how much damage will be done and what we will need to recover. But as in nature, we will endure this storm and do what we must.

This is the way of the natural world.

Through my subscription to the New York Times, I've gifted this article in its original form. Taking a cue from the Squirrels in my Birdhouse (Margaret Renkl, New York Times)

January 08, 2024 /Amy Bisson
nature, lessons in nature, Merrimack River, Margaret Renkl
Braindroppings, Life, Post Retirement Life

A Walking Meditation

November 18, 2021 by Amy Bisson in Braindroppings, Post Retirement Life

At some point in the middle of Pandemic Year 1 with our Fitness Room closed and feeling a need to get out of our house, I started taking walks each day. At first, I hoped walking would lead to a physically healthier me and it did. But as I walked farther and farther each morning, something more was apparent. I became aware that walking had not only become a way to be more physically active, it was a necessity for my state of mind.

In walking, I’ve come to appreciate the natural world I live in. And yes, I live in a City. My expectations for discovering the beauty of the natural world in an urban environment were, I am embarrassed to say, low. I’ve discovered the ignorance of that assumption because within this City there is much to be observed and discovered. Every day, I’ve always found something surprising.

While I enjoy walking with friends, I also enjoy walking in solitude. I appreciate time to think about what is going on around me, to sort out what is or is not really important, and to press PAUSE on the continual pants-on-fire world we have inhabited over the last several years.

Walking in the quiet of trees rustling on a warm summer morning, listening for the crash of the river over the rapids after the rains stop, or the crunching of a snowpack in January - there is a peaceful quality to walking in any season.

It is in those quiet moments that I can find peace. Walking is my meditation.

November 18, 2021 /Amy Bisson
Walking Lowell, walking, walkable cities, nature
Braindroppings, Post Retirement Life
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