What would happen
if you committed
to spending one hour
sitting on the shore
of a farm pond
watching
ice
melt
?
I know…first question:
why?
There are so many more
pressing,
important
things to do!
I hear you.

Saturday, during our
Living Mindfully in the Presence retreat,
we each spent one hour
simply observing
what was happening
as we walked
or sat still
in nature.
The wind was fairly strong,
but it was a warmer day
and the ice on the big pond
was melting.
Along the thaw line,
waves blowing against the ice
made a clicking sound—
like a flock of Red-Winged Blackbirds
sitting tree top.
The harder the wind,
the bigger the waves
(they weren’t very big waves,)
the louder the clicking.
Intriguing;
so I made my way through dried, stiff
Sunflower stalks
down to the edge of the pond
and sat,
still,
for an hour.
Ice along the shore dripped,
faster when the wind blew harder.
Bubbles under the surface of the ice
floated.
Frozen slush
broke off from the ice edge
and floated in the water
until it melted.
Waves rose and fell
under the ice
and washed water
over the ice.
Clicking
waxed and waned.
Slowly, the ice was disappearing.

  DSCN2742The Clicking Thaw Line

DSCN2743

Water Bubble Under Ice

DSCN2744

Dripping Along the Shore

And slowly,
much melted within me.
I touched love,
one more time,
and remembered
the most pressing,
most important
thing to do:
be—
no matter
I’m doing.