Earth Is the Most Beautiful Thing About Earth

feelings, Musings

I haven’t been sleeping very well.

The burning sun rays that split the darkness of the room around 4am have been pretty invasive.

And so have my thoughts.

I was on vacation last week in a place geographically south of here.

The sun rose around 7am.

I would wake up around 6:30am, sit on the balcony and watch the morning rise over the Atlantic ocean.

That was probably my most favorite part of our vacation:

absorbing the sleepy silence of the morning,

noting the tender tinkering of silverware being set up for breakfast below us,

the gentle rolling and breaking of slumbersome waves along the cliffs,

and the sporadic trill and chirps of morning songs from sea birds.

It was sensory bliss.

Waking like that reminded me of home.

I would wake up around 6:30am for a 7am sunrise.

Instead of a balcony, I would sit on our back porch and watch the morning rise over a tree-lined yard instead of a tranquil ocean.

Trill and chirps of sea birds replaced by bird song from robins, blue jays and sparrows.

Earth is the most beautiful thing about Earth.

I wish the human species had it hardwired in the brain to appreciate, respect and care for the planet it is so lucky to live on and experience firsthand rather than from a telescope.

The Moon, My Love

asd, autism, Musings

Conscious I haven’t written about my autistic journey for some time, I sat down to write about my most recent misadventure involving my special interest in music, and how I may or may not have gotten myself into a little bit of a pickle around concert tickets out of fear I would miss out, spending money that I don’t have, and the reactions from those around me who aren’t autistic.

But I really just feel like writing about the moon.

One of my most favorite activities is to sit outside under a clear sky and observe the moon and a plethora of stars above us.

No photo can ever do it justice.

Before I moved away, I used to do that almost nightly in my parents’ backyard no matter the season though partial to the crisp Autumn months and spring evenings lit by lightning bugs.

My favorite was going to an isolated part of the beach and just sitting and observing; bathing in the pearly glow of the moon.

The mellow breeze rolling off the onyx-colored waves kissed by moonlight lulled the sticky, humid summer air.

It was mega cathartic for me.

Nowadays, my back garden has replaced my parents’ backyard but the same activity occurs no matter the season.

I live less close to a beach now, though, and this is something I deeply miss.

There’s something magical, ethereal about the moon and its energy that resonates with me.

I sometimes wish I could sit on the moon and just observe what it has, does and will observe;

all of the cyclical shifts,

extinctions,

creations,

loves,

losses,

destruction,

beauty,

it has seen from Earth and mankind.

There are a lot of scary things happening around us everywhere and it’s easy to get weighed down by it all.

But, regardless of who we are, what we’re doing, where we’re doing and why we all look at the same moon at night.

7.7 billion people observing a 4.53 billion-year-old moon observing back.

Infinite in feeling, finite in observation.

I am in love.

Fun fact: my childhood nickname was moonbeam. 🙂

 

Spiral Out

Musings

I love flowers.

I love how they can evoke so many moods and adorn so many occasions.

I love that they can be bursting with colorful life or mimic our sorrow.

When I was a kid I used to tell people not to pick flowers because it hurt them.

I don’t have any picked flowers in my house, but I do like to have a bountiful, eclectic garden full of floral prismatic colors and kaleidoscope patterns within petals.

I’m not prejudiced against types of flowers and I’m not even that educated about species, etc. I tend to like anything and the better they are for wildlife the better.

I think moonflowers are one of my favorites though.

So mysterious, so mystical.

And aromatic honeysuckles always remind me of home.

Often I get lost in mentally deconstructing the nuanced detail of a bloom.

A universe within a universe within a universe.

I’m kind of obsessed with finding profound beauty in everyday life.

And flowers are often what I see on my walk to and from work that evoke such feelings for me.

There is so much beauty Earth holds that is unique only to Earth that we either see, smell, taste, hear or feel every single day from the moment we are born to the moment we move on.

How lucky are we to experience these beauties of a planet as opposed to viewing one from afar?

Photo by Jake Givens on Unsplash

Moving While Not Moving

Musings

There’s a kind of catharsis that comes along with big news, big changes, big events.

For me, it sometimes feels like that big piece of new information becomes part of who I am

and I think to myself “Okay, this is me now” and I get sort of complacent in that space.

Usually after about a nanosecond of feeling that way, I tell myself that life isn’t about complacency.

Not for me anyway.

It’s about continually tilling and digging to discover more about who I am and the world I’m in.

I like to always be moving.

Always working toward something.

Always philosophising about something.

Always doing.

Always.

Ironic, maybe, that one of my favorite activities is sitting on the lawn and doing nothing.

But I’m not really doing nothing.

I’m feeling the combination of cool earth and soft down of the grass.

Feeling the cool or warm or crisp or balmy breeze.

Feeling the nurturing glow of the sun.

Feeling.

And smelling all the magnificent smells of spring (right now, anyway).

I’m currently reading a book about quantum biology that analyzes smell.

It’s a pretty freakin’ remarkable process.

But I digress.

Being enveloped by nature helps me deepen my understanding of what it means to be alive.

It’s pretty incredible that we get to experience life on a planet as opposed to viewing one from the distance.

So I like to always be physically and mentally doing even if it looks like I’m doing nothing sometimes.

Moving while not moving.

I guess that’s kind of a big part of who I am.

Spring on Earth

Musings

Spring and Fall are my favorite seasons. I like the crispy, cool air and crunchy leaves of Fall and breaking out the sweaters and knits after relishing in strappy things and shorts for the summer.

Right now, the earliest hints of Spring are beginning to blossom. The sun feels brighter, warmer. The air is beginning to become perfumed with the aroma of early spring blooms. Shedding the bulky winter coat for something a little airier and possibly even sporting bare legs again always feels so refreshing.

Seeing nature awaken from the deep slumber of winter is always inspiring to me. Watching the sleepy bees buzz in the sun, little gnats darting and zipping in clusters made visible by sunglare and the hint of green springing up from the ground is miraculous. The synchronised systems that pull the pulse strings that intrinsically link nature, the earth, the sun, the solar system, the universe fills my rib cage with the most electric hum of transcendence.

That all reads very abstract, but I don’t know how else to say what I mean. It’s not even really something I can articulate. It’s a profound feeling at the deepest point inside that vibrates on the same string that links nature, the earth, the sun, the solar system the universe.

To be able to experience what life is actually like on a planet rather than viewing it from a satellite from a great distance is…is beyond words.

I’m going home this week.

It’ll be nice to have these spring-time feelings there as well.

Music. Music. Music.

music

I love music.

It’s pretty much one of my most favorite things in life.

OF ALL TIME.

I remember always enjoying music of many, many genres. When I was a kid, I used to pretend I was in my own music video in the backyard or I would set up elaborate stage productions with my toys and put on a tape of Debbie Gibson.

Nerd alert.

I used to sneak into my brothers’ room and listen to their CDs while playing Mario Bros, Donkey Kong, Street Fighter and other now-delightfully-retro games on our Super Nintendo. I also attribute MTV to raising me in some regards, which is fairly terrifying prospect (jokes) but I really do feel exposure to bands/artists like Eurythmics, Culture Club and David Bowie have made me truly appreciate differences in gender and sexuality.

One of the few stress relievers I have that actually works is to listen to music really loud that is fully articulating my feelings in strings, drums, beats, guitars, screams, purrs, keys and so on. I am obsessed with the composition; trying to hear every single note on each instrument in a song to create this melody. It envelopes me and takes me on a journey. I legit get entirely consumed by the noises booming from speakers.

But then it gets too much after a certain period of time and it physically hurts my ears.

So I turn it off, put on the armor the music has given me and step out into the world.

It’s a straight up luxury when I get the spare time to really listen to music these days. Most of the time the iPod is the option while walking to work.

And that’s okay. It helps me see all of the beautiful little everyday nature elements like dew drops, spiderwebs sparkling in sunlight, budding flowers or vibrant ladybugs.

It helps bring color into my world.