Being part of the change
As the sun rises through the fog and mist
I get caught up thinking about a lot of things.
Sometimes I catch myself staring at the fog in a certain grassy meadow during the early morning sunlight as though I know what's about to happen. It makes me think of how short summer is in the north and sometimes I wonder where it went.
Did I take full advantage of the warm weather? Did I get outside in the sunlight enough times or could I have been out there more? How long do I have before the lake and river are too cold to swim in?
I ask myself these questions as though some year I'll have an answer for them. Perhaps if I keep staring at the fog in the meadow something will come out of it.
The thing is, year after year, my conclusion is usually the same. See the truth is summer is not quite over yet. It's changing, sure, but there's a buffer zone now until full fledge autumn sets in, so we've got (hopefully) a few more chances to enjoy the blessed strength of the sun.
That's me looking forward, not backward. The sun will come out tomorrow, you can bet your bottom dollar on it.
All too often we're looking backwards. We reminisce on the fabled "good old days" because, quite frankly, who wouldn't? How could we move on with our lives if all the days we remembered previous to this one were filled with nothing but ghosts?
The human brain is a strange thing: an organ, a mass, a big squishy cluster of nerves, water, and tissue. We know it’s comprised of two halves and we have an idea on how some hormones affect it, but largely, the thing is a mystery.
More difficult to explain is the mind. Most people seem to agree the mind is contained within the brain for its propensity to be involved in thought, but can we say on a scientific level that’s 100 percent true? Don’t get me wrong, I think that ambiguous cluster of "most people" is right, but I think the mind goes further than that.
I think the mind is much more living than we give it credit for, and it's likely in cahoots with the soul. Yup, I went there. Tumbling down the rabbit hole yet?
This whole piece has come off a little melancholy, I'll admit that, but I do think it went somewhere positive. We can't be afraid of summer ending, or what things are yet to come, or even what is behind us. Have courage, dear friends, because when the fog lifts, the grassy meadow will still be there.
See you out there,
A woodsman in training.