Summers are my happy time being a warm weather creature living in the Northeast United States.
The comfort of warmer weather, longer days of light, and a slower pace are soothing to my soul. This combo also invites me to spend as much time outdoors as possible. And I get the thrill of rediscovering what I call my Sacred Pond in the Pocono mountains.
I call it mine because I am the only human inhabiting the space.
To be fair, this summer I shared the pond with a hundred thousand water lilies, a blue heron who was fishing, butterflies and bees gathering nectar, a white duck taking a meticulous bath, birds singing, trees dancing, clouds traveling above offering intermittent shade, a beckoning path, and a blank page. Even though I was the last to arrive and only visiting, I loved to claim it as my happy place. Settling in on the first of many mornings, I arranged my chair in my typical sunny spot.
I prepared to gaze upon the wonder of the space, but a damn bush was blocking my view.
I felt a surge of indignation (at a bush no less) for limiting my capacity to enjoy the natural arena. Recognizing that bushes have a right to grow, I settled my mind into an appreciative space. My body naturally released layers of stress as I simply looked around and followed the sounds of the natural world. All seemed to be in perfect order … until I’d glance through that damn bush to try to see a whole section of the damn pond. I noticed I “glitched” each time my gaze swept in that direction.
It was like trying to see the play on stage when a (damn) tall person was sitting in front of me.
I solved that one by limiting my range of vision. Again, I settled into a peaceful place. No longer bothered by the limit I refused to see. That was a fine solution until the hot sun started cooking me. No small breeze was offsetting that fire in the sky. So, I moved my chair up the path to the shade of the pine tree.
Wow! What a view! I had my pond back with no obstruction!
Who would’ve thought that a small elevation in my “view” – a shift in my perspective would reveal the solution to my dilemma of being stuck in the bushes?! Apparently Life knew it was that simple.
Shifting perspective. Elevating my point of view. I got the message.
Many luscious moments later, my eyes strayed to the sky where a magnificent bald eagle was circling. She flew in circles – coming closer to me with every loop. I stood to witness the majestic creature and I marveled at how clear her vision was to locate a mouse from such a high elevation.
It was as if nature was making a point of teaching me the benefit of changing my perspective.
As I stood to follow her flight pattern, I began to see the radiating energy patterns flowing in all directions from the eagle. Once I witnessed this, her flight pattern shifted. I was transported as she demonstrated the expanding interactive potential of energy when in a “flow pattern” – when one was in a coherent relationship with the surrounding environment. I craned my neck to gaze above me through the tree tops to track her movement.
