Instead of hitting the trails in my running shoes and only seeing the larger scale of things,
the other day I had the opportunity to slow it down and see details...
It came about following an appointment the morning after a night of heavy rain.
For some reason, I was wearing flip flops...on a potentially rainy day.
I think my reasoning was a distaste for soggy shoes...and
I had lent my rain boots to my daughter.
Feeling scattered and needing to restore mindfulness to my routine, I headed for nature.
Hiking a muddy, slippery trail in flip flops on a freshly-rained-on path
mandated a snail's pace and allowed me to see...
Raindrops on berry brambles.
Velvety lichen on an oak branch.
A pond turtle on a log catching some sun.
I swear it's a turtle in the middle there.
You might try clicking to biggify.
I took the time to smell the pungent bay laurel and the muskiness of damp leaves and soil,
to enjoy the clear and melodic sounds of wildlife and water runoff
that always have a certain magic after it rains,
and, by virtue of wearing flip flops, to really feel the cool mud of the trail between my toes.
The healing, restorative qualities of nature astound me.
Thirty-five minutes later, I was revitalized, reinvigorated, re-energized and, at the same time,
calmer and more at peace than I had been when I began.
Breaking routine can be a fantastic gateway to increasing mindfulness.
Taking it to the out-of-doors added such a grounding element for me.
I need to do this more often.