I say to myself I need 5 minutes, I need a time out, I just gotta get away from all this stuff I’m doing.
So what do I do? Well what I do is I step outside.
I stepped out the other day. There was a patch of snow, covered the ground. Patches of grass broke out. The air was cool and cold. And as I breathed it in, it filled my lungs with this wonderful fillness of freshness and light itself. I looked up and the sky was crystal blue and clear.
A single hawk was soaring high. It just kept going higher and higher, and I watched him for a few minutes.
I looked to my left, and I saw deer paths, deer prints heading off to the west, up the side of the hill, on the side of my home.
About a 20 mile per hour wind was rustling through the tree trunks. The branches were brushing up against one another. The sound was crisp and wonderful.
A pair of bluebirds left their nest underneath the wood shed awning, and they were searching the open grass patches for seeds. I’d left out some black sunflower seeds from the summer’s garden. I hope they like them.
I could hear, in the distance, a woodpecker poking holes in that tree that he’s about to take down. He sounded nice though.
Well, I think it’s time for me to head back inside. I’ve got a lot to do.
It’s amazing, my heart is slowed down. I’m calmer and I’m ready to take on the tasks of the day.