Postcard 017 - Solace
I just got back from a walk in Seattle's Olympic Sculpture Park, an area that I'm in so often it feels like my backyard (yay shared spaces!). I don't know what it was like pre-pandemic, but I was pleased to see so many other people doing what I was doing — strolling around, sitting, and enjoying the solace (at least that's what it looked like).
While I've been through the park a number of times, I rarely stop when I'm there. I'm usually walking, running, or biking, and by the time I feel like sitting I realize I'm almost home and could go sit on my couch. Today was different, as I went with the intention of sitting. I wanted to go and be in the park (I spent this morning teaching (facilitating?) for Reforge, and after a few hours of listening to myself and staring at a screen, I was in desperate need of touching grass).
As I sat down, I smiled. The sun was warm on my skin, the breeze was cool on my face, and the only thing I could hear were birds and leaves. I waved at my thoughts as they came into view, and simply let them pass, failing to truly greet any of them. After a while, my feet decided it was time to get moving again, and I made my way home.
I'm looking forward to more lunch breaks like this.