Light again

I wonder if it would be possible to count the shades of green in the Arboretum, even for just one month or one day. It’s beyond me. I walk at the same time most mornings and at this time of year I have the pleasure of full sunlight. While I enjoy walking in the dark of winter, watching the summer play of sunlight on the moving leaves of the trees is a wonder, a blessing.

It’s so quiet, urban quiet, and I can imagine the peace of the wild woodlands surrounding me, even in this incredibly well-kept place. It's a comfort, a balm to have some moments connecting to light and green.

I complete my walk and I return home, return to wrestling with letting go of comfort. This is something I am slowly doing. It’s part of accepting that my task now is to join a struggle I foolishly assumed had been won decades ago. Yet here we are, here I am. It’s not what I expected my last decades to be, but at least there’s light, at least there’s green.