When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world. – John Muir
Yay, Jen of Sprite’s Keeper has brought the Spin Cycle back to life! Our first installment is “Reunions”. Now I could be somewhat typical and tell you about all of the reunions of family and friends I‘ve experienced lately, or my hubby’s 30th high school reunion, or even the 30th reunion that my class has decided doesn’t need to occur. Or I could tell you about all the fabulous connections I’ve made through Facebook. I could talk about the feelings that surface during these meetings, impressions we try to make on others, and all of the changes we go through in life. Remember this is the Spin Cycle, so I plan to put my own twist on the theme.
I’ve lived in this city for twenty-nine years. I had only been to First Landing State Park once or twice. It had probably been a good fifteen years ago. Last August Dirt Man and I decided to go there to hike some trails. Then we went back to ride bikes. We’ve been at least four times in the past eight months. Sometimes we take different trails, and sometimes we see the same views of nature but through the eyes of different seasons.
Each time I return now I have that same excitement and sense of familiarity. I look forward to going to a few of the same spots and experiencing it in all it’s current splendor. In the dead of winter, the swamp can seem dreary…bring in the sun and it comes to life. It smells heavy and earthy of decaying leaves in the fall and winter. In the spring the flora of budding trees intoxicates you while the late summer brings out the woodsy scent of pine.
In the heat of an August sun, my hair stands on it’s own in the humidity, and I’m laden with sweat. In the fall, my hair starts to calm, and my skin enjoys the tingle of a slight breeze. In the dead of winter, a cap keeps my head protected from the wind as it bites at my face. In the spring, the sun warms my neck, and I welcome the occasional gust of air.
I think this one was taken in the same spot, but closer to the shore line without zooming the lens. Though it was taken in the winter and much of the ground cover appears lifeless, green stands out among some of the bushes and trees.
The familiar of every reunion is the calm I feel inside. The wonderment of animal and plant life in the creek, swamp, and woods always keeps me searching for more. I am touched by all that seems different yet the same. The sun and wind are constants though in varying degrees. The air seems different, not just the smell but the depth of it. While the heat of the summer sun is almost stifling to breathe, the crispness of the fall air is invigorating. The woodpeckers strum year round, and the swamp remains that dingy brown color from the tannins of the cypress trees. The trails are my thinking grounds. Ideas generate and rumble around in my head. Sometimes they come in the form of words that make it to paper; other times the notions are stored away for possible future use. What I always get that is consistent is the peace in the now, and the awareness of myself as being an integral part of a much bigger picture and plan. I don’t even feel the need to understand. I am satisfied just being a piece of it.
In nature we never see anything isolated, but everything in connection with something else which is before it, beside it, under it and over it. ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe