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Field Notes: Early Fall 2021

small mushrooms on a nurse log

Second annual Gentian Day

While searching for a stick to throw for Asha, I came upon some purple flowers. They looked like a cluster of buds about to open and I made a mental note to return in a few days to see what they looked like once they opened. Then I learned that these flowers – Closed Gentian (Gentiana clausa) – weren’t buds about to open, but rather flowers in full bloom.

That was two years ago on the fall equinox.

Each September we return to visit the flowers-that-looked-like-buds to celebrate our private Gentian Day. A day to rejoice that blooming takes many forms – and happens right on time.

Sitting with tea and Tang

I carry binoculars and a thermos of tea on an afternoon walk with Asha to the serene beaver pond. The October sun has already dropped behind the trees, casting the bridge and pond in shade. A few brown birds flit among the cattails. Water trickles through the abandoned beaver dam.

I sip the tea and my thoughts drift back 40+ years, across 7000 miles and an ocean.

As a child, I often sat down on a rock about halfway up the hill on my walk home from school and enjoyed the snack and Tang I’d saved from lunch. Then I closed my lunchbox, picked up my shoulder bag, heavy with homework and good-girl-ness, and continued home.

I want to ask my 10-year-old self what prompted this ritual, why she chose this particular spot, whether the refreshments were an excuse to sit alone awhile, what thoughts drifted through her young mind.

I want to thank her for tending her soul in this way.

Eyes-closed listening

THONK! Ping!

I sit with my eyes closed on a rock in the middle of a spruce grove listening. Occasionally I open one eye to check on Asha who is sitting nearby, moving her head from time to time as she too responds to sounds.

Some sounds I recognize and can express as letters and words. Chick-a-dee-dee-dee. Chick-a-dee-dee-dee.

Others come to me as lines.

sounds heard as lines

It’s hard to listen without wanting to name, to understand their source.

As I let go of this desire or need or habit, I start to hear music.

Not alone: Companions in the woods

I thought about inviting a friend to walk with Asha and me this morning, then realized I wanted to walk without human company. I almost wrote “I wanted to walk alone,” but I wasn’t alone. Not with Asha, trees, birds, chipmunks, flowers, ferns, mushrooms and so many other companions from this more-than-human world. Not with my sister’s presence on this grief anniversary as I thought about the different woods we’ve walked in together – in our early years and in her last years.

Learning a new language: Then and now

On the first day of ninth grade, I walked home with my friend Tina, exuberantly practicing our newly learnt German vocabulary. As I proclaimed “Das ist die Kreide!” I sensed a door opening.

Today I press my ear against the cold bark of an American Beech, close my eyes and listen, wanting to learn the unfamiliar language of the woods. I wait for another door to open.

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Fall 2020 – On a path; Treasure; November

Winter 2020/2021 – Circle in the snow; Snow: Beyond shoveling; Returning

Spring 2021 – A change within; How I spent the morning; Glide; The time it takes; A glimpse

Summer 2021 – Stretching lessons; No stepping stones; A red-feathered lesson in priorities

Late Fall 2021 – I almost said; Letter to myself after reading Hafiz; First snow

Winter 2021/2022 – Breadcrumbs; But then, so when, and then; Winter visitors; My inner three-year-old meets ice; Tender hope, holy beauty

Spring 2022 – Pink joy of spring; Wondering: One walk, one afternoon; A new-to-us trail

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