Sitting by the Brook refresh yourself

    Mother Nature makes her own music. This little brook gently runs through the Alvarado Campground, following a path of least resistance on it’s way to join a larger river, and then, with that river, rambling all the way to the closest ocean. Nature’s music refreshes, doesn’t ask for applause, or notoriety, recording contracts, or interviews. Nature’s songbook is this little brook, wind moving through pine needles in tall trees on a cool clear night, a woodpecker carving his home inside a tree trunk, the rustling of brush as a brown bear scurries off the highway and back into the woods, waves coming into shore as the tide rises, hail hitting the roof of your car in a freak summer storm,deer antlers striking one another as bucks fight for dominance. In a couple of days, I’ll hear fish songs at Hermit Lakes, breaking the lake’s surface as they greedily gobble dragonflies. Back in Albuquerque, city melodies will be much more staccato and complex. There will be car horns, sirens,bacon sizzling in a frying pan, heavy equipment taking down condemned buildings, nail guns installing shingles, gunshots, light classic jazz in Starbucks, the sound of a well struck golf ball on it’s way towards the pin. This brook is a comforting, simple, legato melody. Mother Nature, as I hear her this morning, is a very good composer. Her melodies remind me that there is no need to hurry. I don’t think I need to change anything here. It is good, at this moment, to just be still and listen.