Station 5
Location: Bench where pathway detours due to storm erosion.
*Due to storm erosion and on-going reconstruction of the Spring Point Shoreway the Restoration Walk will conclude at this location until repairs are completed.*
Location: Bench where pathway detours due to storm erosion.
*Due to storm erosion and on-going reconstruction of the Spring Point Shoreway the Restoration Walk will conclude at this location until repairs are completed.*
“Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair. Not because I have my head in the sand, but because joy is what the earth gives me daily and I must return the gift.” ~Robin Wall Kimmerer
Damage to this pathway is clear, having been greatly eroded by storm surge. Please use the pathway responsibly by following all directive and warning signs. Thank you.
Begin standing tall, back straight, feet hip width apart, hands to your sides with palms open. Lift your face toward the sun and take a deep breath through your nose, exhaling slowly through your mouth.
Slowly and mindfully walk back to your starting point along the path.
Using all five senses of touch, taste, smell, sight, and hearing, notice all the natural beauty that surrounds you.
Has your breathing slowed and become less restricted?
Is your body more relaxed?
Have you acquired a clearer mind?
Can you find joy in what you have just experienced?
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
The smoke of my own breath,
My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs,
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color’d sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn,
The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag,
The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides,
The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun.
I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul,
The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me,
Of the turbid pool that lies in the autumn forest,
Of the moon that descends the steeps of the soughing twilight,
Toss, sparkles of day and dusk—toss on the black stems that decay in the muck,
Toss to the moaning gibberish of the dry limbs.
There was never any more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now,
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
I exist as I am, that is enough.