Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Quiet? Disquiet


Perhaps I’m just geared higher than I thought I was, but I’m not getting much in the way of stimulation from the forest environs right now. The march to fall and cool weather seems to have come to a full stop. I’m not finding new migrants or new signs of color change or much in the way of new things at all.

I’m in need of something new to focus on, and I haven’t found it yet. I like to turn things around in my mind, look at things from all angles, wonder about where it came from or where it’s going. Can I turn it inside out? Can I shake it and see what happens?

When I can’t find that something new to entertain or entrance me, I’m as restless as someone in need of a drug fix. And that’s how I feel at the moment. I wander as deeply into the woods as early darkness permits, hoping to notice something different or interesting to grab my attention—to no avail, I’m sorry to say.

The fault, I know, is not in the woods or in the weather, but in myself. Dog and Baby Dog eye me suspiciously from the couch—feet hanging off the ends, heads pillowed on the arms. They are smart enough to know when to run and when to relax. I do not seem to be able to adapt to the quiet around me at the moment. Perhaps it is just the restlessness of a changing season, this disquiet I feel as I am surrounded by quiet. The dogs handle it better than I do, a sad commentary on human activity if ever there was one.

3 comments:

Cathy said...

Well it's hard to get in the mood when you have nothing but green around you. Unless oh course it's money. Lol.

Fall up here is going at full stream. Already, there's bare branches reminding me winter is next. However, if I see Mr Autumn, I'll give him a kick so he'll move on to your area next.

pablo said...

When Sherlock Holmes was in your predicament, he resorted to cocaine. I don't think that's a solution for you.

Can you try to focus on the quiet? On the stillness? I can do that sometimes at Roundrock, and I get a sense of well being just to be able to be there and meditate (if that's what it is).

Carolyn H said...

Cathy: If leaves were money, I'd be wealthier than Warren Buffet!

Pablo: Thanks for the Sherlock Holmes reference. That thought keyed a reference that fit perfectly with this morning's excitement. As to focusing on the quiet: that worked for the first 3-4 days. After 9 days of it, I've reached my limit, I think.