August 22, 2009

The "best laid plans", as the saying goes.

In my gear, feeling a little like 'Indiana Jones' (wearing my Tilley hat on a tilt gives me that air), on a naturalist (safari) adventure (the first since my Mom died), the transit I needed to take, to get to the gathering point in my venture, was indefinitely suspended. With a sinking feeling, I realized that I would never get there in time to join the group. The next best thing was to walk the waterfront to an ecological garden in the city.

Alone, with binoculars and lunch in tow, I spotted a few butterflies and birds, as well as numerous varieties of trees and flowers, inundated with bumble and honey bees. With the scent of lavender and other sweet perfumes in the air, I enjoyed nature in the city. Unfortunately, the sounds of vehicles next to this oasis disturbed my illusion of being in a peaceful, natural setting.

I am proud of myself for continuing to seek wildlife, in spite of the setback. I could have chosen to return home and grieve indoors. Much better for me to be outdoors among creatures I feel connected to, rather than alone with my thoughts.

I also sense that some of my humour is returning. Mom would be proud too.