i heard our city humming

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** a well belated post..

I stood in the downtown for forty-five minutes without moving, I wanted to feel the stillness.. this from the Raven. The circumstances around this are not mine to share but it did bring to mind a post from the lovely Ivy and Wine on silence. I kept thinking about this rabbit downtown. I love that damn thing. Normally when I’m seeking a quietening, I put my feet in the dirt.. not this time. This time I ventured downtown. I slipped off my shoes and sat in silence under the rabbit. I listened. I inhaled. I felt. I spent some concentrated time witching in my little city.

I heard the hum of traffic and the murmurs of passing conversations.. sometimes the odd snippet of a raised voice. I heard the rabble of the shop doors. I drew in the scents of the many foods lingering in the air from the local eateries. I felt the warmth of the concrete underneath my feet where the sun had warmed it and that contrast to the cold brick against my back. I did a simple tree meditation.

I know that I’ve spoken of the city trees and the manicured places.. the seeming constraint of their barriers and the difficulty of finding a bit of wild when you are city bound. I often wonder if the trees are crying out at the injustice of being placed in such a state. Here is the thing though – they survive and in being placed so, they smooth out the concrete’s rough edges. They bring a sense of well being.. or at least they do to me.

I imagined my little body as a tree.. set in this little space and flanked by all the hardness of the buildings. Humans were moving about around me.. often not even taking notice. I was a little being unseen. I imagined reaching out, stretching toward the sky, and basking in the sunlight. I pulled in that air moving through the surrounding streets. I imagined my roots stretching deep within the earth beneath my confines.. spreading far beneath those buildings.. holding me steady and giving me strength. I felt the movement of all that was thriving there in the slow bustle.. not the hard pulse that I would imagine a larger city to have but the gentler steadfast humming that is our little city.

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5 thoughts on “i heard our city humming

  1. Nothing like being in the Now … that is why so many won’t notice you standing or sitting when you are right out in the open. You are in the Now, in the only Time that actually matters; and thus in a place where most simply never bother to look.

  2. Found my nature today. Totally in love and the ravens there that seem to follow me around town. I feel the Morrigan at those times so deeply.

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