My thoughts while visiting a favorite pond during the early days of Covid-19…
There is complete silence with the exception of an occasional caw of the crow and a squawk from a scrub jay. No overhead planes, no motors, no man made noise - the absence of it all is absolutely exquisite.
What must the animals imagine as their natural habitats return? Do they now wonder if their ever-so-quiet new worlds will remain?
I wonder and I worry. I’d like to tell the soil, the plants, the trees, the sky and all the earth’s creatures that we have finally come to our senses. That we too have returned to a more gentle, natural existence. But I know this is not so. As soon as we can, we will all return to a frantic pace, distancing ourselves not from each other but from the silence that longs for our daily presence.
I will return to this pond soon and perhaps find myself solitary and in silence again. I hope so. But for now in this mystical moment, I stop and cherish the beauty before me and say “thank you” for this brief time when the entire world literally stopped moving. This silent, serene moment is nothing short of a miracle!
