Watching Nature

It stood there majestically.

It stands there.
Majestic in all it’s
glory.

I wished to be there
but for that moment it
was okay to just watch
it. Look at it. That was
enough when I wasn’t
able to get there.

Another instance where I attempt to find a good view out of the window

So I have made it back to the airport, half an hour or so till my gate number is revealed. I took my seat by the window in Starbucks, as it seemed this was the spot to go to for those traveling alone. It was also a beautiful day. I just watched the sunrise on my way to the airport and now a hazy blue sky sits infront of me.

As I walked over, the view of the lone travelers seemed perfect, yet my height, as I took my seat, seemed to have placed me at a disadvantage. The support bar of the window pane runs parallel to the horizon, leaving me with the blue sky above and a grey building below the bar. The roof, the runway, the planes and any other sign of life, or sight of interest, was obscured from view. This was leaving me either irritated or attempting to sit as straight as I could, practically hovering above my seat or bending my neck and back to see under the support. Both positions are uncomfortable or at least more effort for this time in the morning, yet they do reveal that my practice of yoga has come into use in my everyday life.

Balcony Observations

I sit on my balcony, in the sunshine.
Attempting to work, as I am constantly distracted by the outdoors, by being outside.
By looking at the mountains,
as they taunt me.

I watch another sun worshipper, as he finds a place to rest infront of the church. He sits. Looking up to the sky occasionally. He leaves this spot, but returns about five minutes later. He sits in the same spot, but this time only for a few minutes. Perhaps it is the chill of the wind in this place, that I just felt myself. He walks around the car park for a few moments, moving his head around as he searches the area, until he disappears from sight.

He is back. He approaches the same spot as he looks up at the same window of a house, perhaps he is looking for someone? Waiting for another? He sits in his favourite spot, legs curled up, arms wrapped around them.

Distractions

Eyes heavy
Things to do

Walk to escape
Place to rest

Warmth to sit
Desire to be out

Place to think
Walk to think

Distractions found.

Warmth found
Journey continues.

Outside

You sit infront of the
mountains. As I look back at them,
eye contact is made,
yet is it? The distance is
deceiving.
The last glance allows
for a release to occur.

Freedom has been
found.
A clear sight of
the mountains.
As clear as the sun will allow on the
day he chose to dominate
the sky. The day he cast
the clouds aside.

He wanted to be the
king, bringing out his
worshippers to sit and bask
in all his glory.

I sit as one of
them, it seems,
yet his angle at this
time of day seems to
keep catching the tree in his
path.

A repetitive shuffle
assists the worshipper to
maintain position in the
outdoors.

Nature Dominates

These are all just words.
What is happening.

Yet nature just sits
and moves for survival. We watch
as it appears to stay still yet it
is always on the move. It is
alive and growing.
Natural.

Life by the river
with the
mountains in sight.

One day is grey.
One day all is sunny.

You expect to see the
mountains visible in the
sun, yet no. They sit
hidden in the haze. The
power of the sun dominates.

Water

Fish swim in the river.
They swim in close proximity. Those
who you can communicate
with, without learnt speech.

Rivers, canals. The real home in
these cities I call home.

Movement

I’m on a bus
I don’t know where I am going
but at least I am going
somewhere.

(That is better than going nowhere.)

Park Observations

The toy train rolls on by with an elderly gentleman in the driver’s seat. He sadly has no passengers, yet just a companion running by his side. A young girl keeps up with the train. The train on the tracks. The girl on the pavement parallel to the tracks. The man notices the child. Then he notices the parents of the child. I look beyond the train and spot a couple with the buggy looking at their child. The father had his mouth open, calling after his daughter. No attempt for physical movement was made. The paces were kept till they all disappeared from view.

I wonder. I wander.

I remain unfamiliar.
It remains unfamiliar.

What is unfamiliar?
I reduce my life
here
to what I know.
I reduce what is unfamiliar to what is familiar.

Which should make it more familiar,
yet it just makes
it more
unfamiliar.

Because I live the life of the unfamiliar.

Yet I wonder
I wander

in the same ways I do back home but just for longer.

And then I wonder what that has resulted in?