The depths of green

    It was a chilly, clear morning as the sun began to warm parts of Stow Lake in Golden Gate Park where I walked the morning I began this blog piece. While areas of the path and surrounding roadway were still shrouded in shade, the brightness began to warm the northeastern section. Interestingly, at least to me, this is the area that tends to be the foggiest and windiest during much of the year, but right now it is the first to receive concentrated sun, and the light here, at any time of the year, tends to illuminate the bushes, trees and their leaves in the most beautiful ways.
   I have written in these blogs before about the color green (I can't recall exactly where, when or exactly what I said about it), but the intense feelings of calmness that this color can fill me with warranted this second meditation. I try to keep this calmness with me throughout the day by wearing the color, especially the deeper varieties, but I only get the feeling deeply when in nature. I am consistently disappointed by it, it seems, when it is not living.
   It is very difficult to really know whether it's the color green itself or the way the light hits it at the time of day I see it that moves me to write on the subject (perhaps it's a combination of the two), but when I see it during my morning walks, when the light is just right, it looks like there are endless variances. It is like a forest of color that never ends, and occurs to me that I would like to be enveloped in it. It seems like it cares for me in a way that I never seemed to get from either of my parents.
   If I could become even somewhat as nurturing to myself and others as I sometimes feel when experiencing this wonderful color, I would be quite satisfied. If I could also possess even some of the nearly unnameable and  indescribable qualities in the place that I occupy in the world, I would be very happy.