Natural Mystics: Renewal of Vibrant Greens
Yesterday's adventure
Natural Mystics: The muses of my daily rambling
Yesterday after buckwheat chocolate chip pancakes and coffee I went on an adventure. An adventure in search of renewal.
Renewal in the form of a toilet seat and faucet. Sometimes adventure takes you to a home improvement store.
I am quite comfortable in Menards and know it well raised in a construction and DIY family. My dad had his own remodeling and handyman business. Us kids would help from time to time.
My ma loved to walk around a hardware store to find supplies to create her next holiday decoration or be inspired to create new visions. I too walk the aisles for inspiration. The smell of a hardware store is like being home.
Literally, most of my younger years was in a house under constant construction or in process of unfinished projects. The buzz of a table saw, feel of saw dust on my skin and smell of lumber, stain, paint or caulk is a sweet familiarity.
It reminds me of family and the essence of creation.
As it turned out, half of my family worked for Menards at some point over the years. I’m now remembering a high school friend my family teased because he worked at Menards. My siblings would repeatedly sing, “Save big money at Menards” when he’d walk in the house.
Of course, this kind of teasing is the official love language of the witty sarcastic human. To be teased by one, is to be loved.
Little did my siblings know once they were of working age they’d be hearing that song repeatedly for years.
Ironic?
Karmic?
Witty sarcastic Buddha?
Needless to say the Menards adventure ended, and I headed to the woods to explore the fall colors.
I didn’t catch any leaves as the wind was very quiet and the leaves quite attached. Today is a day to catch them as the wind is playful and leaves are ready to be released to their final resting place for the season.
Usually, I’m mesmerized by oranges and reds and yellows and browns when on a fall adventure into the woods. Except this adventure brought much vibrant green. I don’t recall ever seeing so much green this time of the year in the Midwest.
Have I been too focused on deep rich fall colors to notice the green in the past?
Do I hold tightly to past seasons to create expectations of this season?
Has Mother Nature told the trees to pause its magic for a little longer?
Am I exploring earlier than usual?
Am I in need of fresh green to feel renewed after so much change?
All that is known is yesterday there was much vibrant green awareness.
The natural mystics of trees have their own time. They don’t perform magic on command of the human. They may be affected by the human and adapt, but they are not owned by the human. The tree will continue its magic long after the human is gone.
The trees have seen many humans come and go. They have a wisdom of many more years than I.
Wisdom spoken of a deep truth. Not that I will perish, though I surely will. But, to be with the moments as they are not as I remember or compare or desire to be.
And for yesterday, it was a fall vibrant green.
