I used to think that talking about the weather was banal and ordinary as a subject to speak of. I haven't felt like that for a long time. I love to think about nature often, in my own quiet, personal way. I love to reflect upon the beauty I see so freely in front of me.
Talking about it dilutes it somehow, except when I talk to Ifan or Morgaine about it.
When I talk to Ifan about it, he often looks at it from a scientific, artistic and creative way. Often he pops a scientific fact in the conversation, such as " did you know the moon is getting farther away from earth each year, by 3 cm ? ". I didn't, but I sure am curious as to why !
When I speak to Morgaine about nature ( well actually, she is usually the one who brings it up with me ) she gazes beatifically at the shapes, textures, colours and patterns , and everything else that as adults, we tend to simply pass by. I can't take nature for granted, it's too mind-boggling.
Take for example, dear Diana, the moon. The night before last Ifan ran to take some photographs of her. Morgaine " oohed and aahed " at it, and I gazed, felt strangely insignificant, yet strangely connected. Pulled by some great primaeval force. The next morning, heavy and golden, perfect, I spent time talking to this amazing example of what is right with our planet.
The universe ran through me, I was full of amazing and all positive energies, and I felt whole. Elated and inspired, was I.
So much more inspiring than any shopping trip could ever be.
As I walked this morning, I noticed the ice covering all the leaves and branches delicately. Crisp and clean with definition. Pockets of fog and mist surrounded the hills. What could uplift a person more than this ?
