For this, the third of a series reflecting on a meditation podcast, I set out on my walk with the intention of paying particular attention to discoveries made along my path. Be Here Now.
Yesterday’s rain encouraged mushrooms to sprout overnight. In the gravel of my neighbor’s driveway, stood two yellow mushrooms. Caps rounded, the distance between them was that of two children on a playground, far enough apart to bounce a ball between them. One, hearing its name called, had turned away.
On my way back, I spy in the grass a tiny and delicate mushroom, the height of my thumb, with translucent stem and an upturned cap, pale gray and streaked with inky lines. Nearby nestles a single down feather. Three drops of rain rest on a single blade of grass.
Every step is part of the journey.