S.B.T. 451

 I’m taking a quiet walk through the afternoon shadows bending around the trees in the woods, leaves swishing and crunching, bird calls, seagulls laughing, the breeze circling through my hair cooling the tip of my ears, it’s a special autumn kind of golden sun, warming all the sounds I can hear. It's warm chicken soup for my ears to drink.
With an actual shudder and a straight-back startled jerk, I realize it seems hard to get to a place of peace, in my heart, that is, lately. I realize, out here in the woods, nature doesn’t care about the candidates, the elections, the inflation, the health crises, the wars, politics, other countries, other people, anybody actually, doesn't even care whether people are hungry sick damaged irate happy sad or whatever is happening in cities we live in or near by like New Bedford and Boston. It’s just that nature seems to have enough to do minding it’s own gentle and/or fierce businesses. It sometimes seems like nature  might be trying to ignore us right now because we’re so annoying, especially the ones who don't care what they do to her. Whew. I had to stop to take a breath. There’s actually NONE of the aforementioned preoccupations out here in the woods. I’d like to get a little cabin and live here, off the grid.

Not really, but imaginable.

It’s a clarifying moment that I wish I could make last through the next few weeks or maybe longer. If I had some inspiring music…maybe I could….here’s mine, inviting suggestions!