In soft morning light, I walk over to my neighborhood park. I cross over a bridge and peer down into a running stream. I walk along a muddy path, and sit on a bench surrounded by trees. Light flickers through, and birds twitter, bounce, and perch.
Sun touches my cheeks through trees. I’ve been going through quotes that have meaning for me, and I sift through them as I listen to the song of the stream.
Lao Tze: Be still like a mountain, flow like a river.
Lao Tze: Do you have the patience to wait until your mud settles and the water is clear? Can you remain unmoving until the right action arises by itself.
I want to wait until my mud settles and the water is clear. I’m aware this is the year for clarity and 20/20 vision. It’s in the date.
As I sit patiently and wait, people pass by with dogs who need a love pat and kiss. One man tells me his dog is a rescue from China, flown to San Diego, and now here on a path we share.
Connection flows and I’m with these words of Richard Powers: The bird and the branch it sits on are a joint thing.
Then I remember Rumi: Maybe you’re searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots.
And Rilke: If we surrendered to earth’s intelligence, we could rise up rooted, like trees.”
With that, I decide to return home, but along the way I meet neighbors out enjoying the first day of the New Year air, and we talk about how we love living here. We’ve been here 42 years and many of my neighbors as long or longer.
My roots are here.