The day before yesterday my favorite Japanese maple tree had a full complement of burgundy colored leaves. Yesterday’s wind storm blew every last leaf onto the ground and down the driveway. The now leafless branches sport clumps of pale green lichen and stand proud in their rosy red winter color.
I love winters in the Pacific Northwest; the monochrome afternoon light; the misty pale gray mornings and close-to-ever-present rain make the few sun breaks all the more beautiful. Reading this, you may think I spend a lot of time appreciating my surroundings. Unfortunately, that’s not the case. I’m disappointed to admit that I spend way more time either ruminating over past events or planning for things to come. Like John said, “Life is what happens while you’re making other plans.”
I’ve noticed that when I am able to stay in the moment it’s a lot like balancing on the edge of a knife blade. Any move in any direction, and you’re toast. Even when you notice that you’re still in the moment, you’re not. Go figure.
I love winters in the Pacific Northwest; the monochrome afternoon light; the misty pale gray mornings and close-to-ever-present rain make the few sun breaks all the more beautiful. Reading this, you may think I spend a lot of time appreciating my surroundings. Unfortunately, that’s not the case. I’m disappointed to admit that I spend way more time either ruminating over past events or planning for things to come. Like John said, “Life is what happens while you’re making other plans.”
I’ve noticed that when I am able to stay in the moment it’s a lot like balancing on the edge of a knife blade. Any move in any direction, and you’re toast. Even when you notice that you’re still in the moment, you’re not. Go figure.
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