Today I spent more time on the north part of the park I visit the most. It's quieter than the south end where the boardwalk and coffee shop are.
This is actually the end of the park that was most used 30 years ago when I first started to visit.
The part with the rocks used to be right up against the water. On the backside of the large rock is one that is flat and made a good seat (although cold in the winter). It's actually an art instillation. The rocks have been cut on various sides and then polished. The light reflects differently off these edges.
During the time I was there about eight large flocks of geese flew over. Honk, honk, honk....
(Red Twig Dogwood leaves)
And then I came home and worked in the garden for a bit.
After reading Grace's recent posts, I've been thinking about rituals. The small ones, that are part of daily life and may or may not be connected to belief systems.
The rituals that we create for ourselves and the ones we grow up with.
Where we visit when we need a place to recenter ourselves.
I have also been working on the rug. Considering the mixtures of colors.
Thinking about how making can be a ritual.