The forest and fields were full of wonderful signs and omens, talismans and totems, happenings of spiritual import and significance. The intermingling things physical and metaphysical are strong there. Of course, in Vedanta, Advaita, or Nondualistic terms, - there is really no difference. Everything comes together. Maybe because it was my birthday. Maybe because I was aware and quiet. Who knows?
Going all around there, yet with no direction, I could stay as long or little as I wanted to. If I felt to go on, to the East, I could. If I wanted to sit and rest on the old logs in the sunshine, well that would be fine also. Reflection. Quietude. But not too much, - for the good wind flares up and brings over the tall grasses and wild white wildflowers of the afternoon. The dogs pick up a run, round and round some large trees where chaparral and feral shrubs grow near the bottom. The sand is thrown up and makes the sky opaque for a moment. A beetle walks.
A caterpillar goes along a small piece of wood.
Some single strand of a bamboo-like growth, - green, has grown out from the wall/curvature of the sandpit. I look around and go to a near old tree where the dogs rest in the shade.
Old machinery,- from a long ago time- rusted,- sitting in the seasons- two large pieces- having seen winters and springs, summers and of course the most pastoral and picaresque of times,- the pastoral autumnal hours when the leaves turn hues and that inner change can be felt, the one of the departed summer and the new beginnings. There is the long pathway, - one of them anyhow- and the butterfly on the dirt and dried leaves.
Soon after it is time to leave. Chipmunk and mushroom, blue flower and spider web, tallflaxen hill to the right, - dazzled and shining from the sun. I see it through the trees, but don’t go there. You can’t go everywhere all the time.
You have to find the miracle where you are.