It takes a bit of effort to let go of stuff circulating in our head- so many thoughts held onto for dear life. I’m weeding in the Catskills and have been thinking that, for the most part, what we (may I say we?) think we know comes from here, there and everywhere. I wonder what it would feel like to see life with “new eyes,” to let the old stuff go, not a shred of evidence of those former beliefs (unless they serve us well).
Being in the country where it’s quiet, getting up in the morning and seeing an abundance of daffodils in full bloom, and wild turkeys scurrying around with their silly-looking gait, and deers eating fallen apples, gives a sense of whimsical to the day.
Sometimes you got to get away from all the concrete and all the stores in the city. And sometimes you got to just surround yourself with beautiful old, sturdy, green trees, and less extravagances, for a stay in the country. Nature’s way is serene, not noisy, and it gently invites us to stay calm and enjoy what it offers, and perhaps see things with “new eyes.”
“Without great solitude, no serious work is possible.” -Pablo Picasso, Spanish painter
“We have hints that there is a way of life vastly richer and deeper than all this hurried existence. A life of unhurried serenity and peace and power. If only we could slip over into that center.” -Thomas Kelly, British educator