When sitting under these trees I was amazed at their fractal nature; from the big to small. Trees to sky. I always have been. I follow the branches out to the smallest leaves. My dad used to ask if I could see the ants. I wish I could for then my explorations could go farther. I’m content to notice the slight quaking of the wind and hearing a slight swoosh of wind.
Today, be still for a moment or two and Listen for the smallest things.
Something Annie said during class; about tiny noticing, brought me to this. I think in nature, we are often caught looking at the forest and forgetting the differences in the trees…especially using senses beyond sight. I remember places by the way they sound and smell more than the way they look.