One weekday morning a few weeks ago, I went out on the deck to have coffee. I sat and closed my eyes.
And the following came to mind about the experience.
“As the wind brushed across my face,
hair began to tickle my cheek.
My body was enveloped in the warmth of the morning sun.
Birds twittered and chirped.
Soon the world awoke.
Man made noises soon overwhelm the sounds of nature
leaving only the soft touch of the wind
and the warmth of the sun
to sing the song of nature.” j.case
I had done this a few years ago but I had done it on a Sunday morning and the difference was that nature prevailed. I wrote a blog about meditating with the wind. The sounds of nature were more prevalent and man made drumming interrupted for a bit but faded away. It’s the quieter times I cherish, the times when nature comes through more insistently.
Yet I notice many times during the day, that the quiet times are few and far between unless you go inside to quiet the outside. Sounds from the nearby school, sirens rushing through the streets, motorcycles slicing through it all.
What about you? Do you ever notice what is more prevalent for you, the man made drumming or the natures songs, whispers and sometime cymbals that sound through the cacophony of man?