Intelligence is something that comes from your very center. It wells up in you, and with it many things start growing in you. You become happy, you become creative, you become rebellious, you become adventurous, you start loving insecurity, you start moving into the unknown. You start living dangerously, because that is the only way to live.
Just by walking into the unknown you create the path. The path is not already there; just by walking, you create it. Intelligence gives you the courage to be alone, and intelligence gives you the vision to be creative. A great urge, a great hunger arises to be creative. And only then, as a consequence, you can be happy, you can be blissful.
I went out for a walk early this morning. There has been a shift in the season, tilting itself towards autumn. It will be a while before the weather cools and the leaves on the trees really begin their color transformation, but the gestures and nods towards the next season are here.
The geese told me. I heard them honking in the distance, something I haven’t heard since they migrated in the spring, and their honking was an invitation to look, to see what’s going on. Ted Andrews in his book Animal Speak writes that whenever the goose comes in, “you can expect to have the imagination stirred toward new travels to distant places — whether in the body or in the mind.”
Hearing the geese, I was reminded that some of the birds have begun moving in flocks, and the flocks are growing larger.
Right now, with the heat still upon us, autumn seems like a distant place. We will travel there eventually. The little signals nature has provided have stirred my imagination towards that time of cooler weather while I admire the gifts of the present day and current season.
The mornings are dewy and the Morning Glories are at their peak. It is said that if you place a Morning Glory under your pillow, your sleep and dreams will be calmer, more peaceful.
The morning glory which blooms for an hour differs not at heart from the giant pine, which lives for a thousand years.
~ Alan Wilson Watts
The Black-Eyed Susans have finished their season, and the Partridge Peas are now blooming prolifically in the meadows. The White-Tailed Deer and other wildlife will be happy to see them go to seed as they are a great source of nutrition for them. I don’t think it will be too long before the Goldenrod and Asters begin their season of flowering.
Berries are ripening and seeds are appearing. Bees are buzzing around and harvesting pollen.
Some of the sunflowers have already gone to seed, and the American Goldfinches and Indigo Buntings are now spending a lot of time with them.
It is time for me to get moving. One of my favorite people, along with one of my favorite dogs, is coming for a visit. M the Younger and Bo the Dog will arrive sometime late this afternoon. Bo will be staying with us for a week while M the Younger travels on to meet up with his lovely wife, Mere, at the beach to vacation with her family. They’ll be back next week to spend a little time with us before collecting Bo and heading back home to the Bogs. This will be their first visit to the Wabi-Sabi Ranch. I am looking forward to their company, and to showing them around.
Thank you for joining me on another morning walk. We should think about a group walk in the fall. In case you’re new here, I have hosted a couple of autumn group walks in the past in which we pick a date (usually a range of a week or so), go out for our individual walks, and then blog about it in words or images or both. After everyone has checked in with me, I do a round up of the posts (with links) here at Ye Olde Blogg so we can accompany everyone on their walks. If you’re interested, let me know. (And in case you’re curious, you can find last year’s walk here and 2012’s walk here. Don’t be confused by the last one. That’s my previous blog, from back in the days when I lived in the Bogs.) There’s no hurry. We usually do it in October. I just wanted to throw it out there to get you thinking about it.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂
Today’s joys: Anticipation; early morning light; the beauty of the Great Blue Heron who visits the lagoon; geese honking in the distance, reminding me of journeys; the abundance of the harvest.