An invitation.

I’m in morning traffic on highway 80. I catch glimpses of tense, eager, caffeinated faces all around me. People change lanes constantly, trying to get ahead. News is coming through the radio, reporting the global catastrophes at the top of the hour. They’ll report them again, in greater detail, starting in just 5 minutes. I’m tired from several nights of inconsistent sleep, but also wired from a little too much coffee and my own ambitions for the day ahead.

I look up to see a large, dark-feathered hawk on a high wire, looking down. We’re moving slowly enough that I can look right into his eyes. It feels like they’re asking me what the heck I’m doing down there.

It’s an instant reminder not to take myself too seriously. To see us from the hawk’s gaze is to have to laugh a bit at our excessive turmoil. All our noise and nonstop movement.

Nature is quite the reminder.

And the refuge.

I wish I could perch up there with that hawk for a while, watching the traffic below. I find comfort knowing that even that quick exchange has changed the way my day will flow. I’ll try to see things from his perspective a little more, at least.


Every chance I get, I head out to the Sonoma Coast, where I can listen to the languid waves and notice when I’m so caught up in my thoughts that I don’t even hear the monstrous pacific ocean right there in front of me. It makes me wonder what else I’m missing in those moments of tunneling down so deep in my thoughts all my perceptions are lost.

When I hear the waves again, I’m brought back to the moment. To the comforting seat of sand beneath me and the way the sunlight reflects different colors across the water as the day progresses.

Every moment along the shoreline is different, and yet there’s a familiarity that sets me at ease and energizes me all at once.

It’s like turning a key from the realities of everyday and entering real life, where we were meant to be. A great blue heron sits stoically on a jagged rock. I walk ever so gently around him so as not to scare him off. Adorable sandpipers patter quickly along the sudsy sand as the tide recedes, flying in unison to a new spot a few feet away. They’re individuals, but they move as one.

On the path home I hear the distinctive sound of a hummingbird and stop to watch it flutter between winter blossoms. A tiny but pure delight.

Tony and I joke that our recent love of birds is a rite of passage, a sign of our aging times just as sure as the wrinkles on my hand that refuse to disappear even with copious amounts of lotion.

It’s a welcome change, as is my purpose in nature, which used to be just as forceful as any in my work life. I’d charge up a mountain, determined to make it to the summit. Sure, I took in the scene and enjoyed my surroundings – and I was getting all the benefits of fresh air and natural wonder – but admittedly I was on a mission. I had somewhere to be, something to achieve.

Recently, Tony passed on the John Muir quote: “Now these mountains are our Holy Land, and we ought to saunter through them reverently, not ‘hike’ through them.”

It was an instant invitation to slow down and fully engage the experience of walking a beautiful path, instead of focusing on getting to the end of it. It was an invitation to stop and observe the contours and softness of a bright budding poppy. To watch a single cloud’s journey across the sky. To notice that sometimes my breath aligns with the rhythm of the rising surf. So much more comes into view now, so much I might have missed.

Right now, amidst the current chaos and uncertainty in our public health crisis, I’m accepting that invitation as often as possible. I know how calming and restoring a few moments in the redwoods or even a walk in a city park can be. Studies show that even looking at a photo of nature can calm your parasympathetic nervous system.

And catching the eye of a hawk can change your whole perspective.

Maybe in this time of having to distance ourselves from each other, we can take the opportunity to get closer to nature. To saunter through its wonders reverently, just as John Muir invited us to do.

It’s an extraordinary place and we all have the key.

8 thoughts on “An invitation.

  1. Thank you, Monica, for this wonderful reminder during these uncertain times. My soul finds rest in the wonders of nature too and my perspective often changes. Thanks for the encouragement to keep getting out there!

  2. Amazing, as always! Hoping to make our hill feel like a little Italy some evening soon while we combine our voices and serenade the trees. 😁❤️☮️

  3. I’m so sad that the two of you have stopped blogging! Your post have inspired me tremendously and I’ve looked forward to reading them up until the last post in March of 2020. I too I was raised in a very dysfunctional family and due to the trauma of that environment, I became bipolar and it went un-diagnosed and untreated until recently. My Ace score is a 7. In the absence of treatment, I turned to drugs and alcohol to numb my emotional pain. Your posts have given me hope for a much brighter future ahead. Keep blogging!!!


    • Thank you for your kind message, Fay. As everyone, we’ve had lots going on this last year. We are collaborating about the best next steps for our writing adventures and will keep you all posted! Until then, please be well.

  4. Hi Tony & Monica…Wow! Why haven’t you posted any new blogs? I see that the site is still active but the last post I see is from March of last year. Am I looking in the wrong place?
    Please let me know.
    Thanks and hope you both are on some great adventures! Loved your blogs 🙏 Namaste

    • Hi Shannon! You’re in the right place. It’s hard to believe it’s been over a year since we last posted. Time sure gets away from us. We’re both discussing best next steps for our writing and we’ll keep you posted.

      Thank you so much for your interest and comment!

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