Moss Between Toes
I’ve been strapped to a chair since Friday. The NCAA Basketball Tournament has grabbed me firmly by the throat and sucked my attention dry. I feel a little like a Fall leaf fallen from a Maple; brown - parched - brittle. So I decided to step outside for a moment, during halftime of course.
My God, the power of nature. I immediately felt lighter, more buoyant. Flowers will stretch towards the sun and open themselves up to its nourishment. I felt a little like this - felt an invigorating spirit pour into my being. Squishing moss between my toes - checking on the blueberry bushes - listening to the discordant chorus of the birds - Nature has a way of welcoming you home, has a way of re-calibrating your fragile equilibrium.
That would be my advice. Go outside. Find a spot where Nature surrounds you - four walls of sun, trees and wind - and be there for a moment. Simply be there for a moment and then go your way. That would be my advice.
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