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Printed from https://writing.com/main/books/entry_id/936082-Just-a-Thought
Rated: E · Book · Experience · #2050107
A Journal to impart knowledge and facts
#936082 added June 10, 2018 at 11:43am
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Just a Thought


spring butterflys





A red squirrel scurrying up a tree runs out onto the tiny tip of a limb where it pauses for an instant. The pause is long enough to notice how the tiny limb seems too small to hold the red squirrel's weight, as the small branch shudders back and forth in the light breeze. Then, the instantaneous pause is over. The red squirrel launches itself into the air. Where it picked up the momentum to do this I can't figure out. A pointed landing in a different tree is accomplished. An unbelievable expression of acrobatics by a miniature performer in a natural setting.

Every day, there are personal mindfulness moments, when your mind pauses, to observe something other than the job at hand. We are taught to move forward, use every moment to accomplish something. These little observations are resting your mind from over work and teaching something at the same time. These are the steps our minds take watching nature work its everyday value into our lives.

As you look across a large patch of newly mown lawn you notice how even and smooth it appears. Then, a trek across that same patch of grass shows you the dips and dives that actually exist in that grassy area. If you look down as you walk along you can see the way different types of grasses clump together. Different types of grasses have different sized green blades. Even some little blue flowers are blooming close to the the ground, within the mown evenness of the lawn.

As a field of hay is growing tall, the wind sweeps across it blowing the stalks in a wave that looks a lot like an ocean wave sliding toward the shore.

One day this week a busy road crew on a nearby highway closed the highway for 24 hours to fix a sluice pipe. So our quiet dirt road became a throughway for heavy traffic. The speed of each automobile hurrying to negotiate the detour, driving to what ever appointment, was astonishing and noisy. For the drivers it was probably a disturbing nuisance. For the residents of the dirt road it was interesting to watch different types of automobiles swish by like a city street had occurred suddenly out front of our residences.

Each new observation in a days time is a new step as the day is progressing from morning to noon to evening to over. Stop and notice the little things.


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