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There Is An Order to Things

About two weeks ago, I set a figurine on a fencepost overlooking the Fox Chase Farm – it borders Lorimer Park, where I often walk or run. (Here is that account if you’d like to know more).

Now, let me tell you some more chapters to this story. A few days after the figurine was set in place, I went back to visit the site and see how she was doing. I could tell as I walked up the path she was no longer there – the shape on the fencepost wasn’t right.

Imagine my surprise and happiness when I realized that someone had taken her and left a tiny blue-green pot – very delicate, almost the color of a robin’s egg – in her place. I picked it up and saw a scrap of paper inside – telling me to take it if I wished, the same message I put into the hollow space in my figurines.

For a bit, I thought about it – should I take the pot myself, or should I leave it for someone else? I decided that I would complete a circle rather being part of a line – so I now have the little pot in my kitchen to look at and remember the feeling of belonging in some kind of ordered world, even if just for a moment.

But I also felt I needed to return the gesture. I don’t usually repeat a location, the exception being the grotto in this same park, because I want each situation to be one-of-a-kind, not rote, not a chore, not a task. This time, though, something told me to continue.

So I took this little figurine there a couple of days ago. She’s got a history – I had set her in another park, but she was too far out of sight, and I felt she’d tried hard enough when I visited here a week or so ago and she was covered with pine needles. I brought her home, gave her a bath, and now – here she is.

It’s all been such a good experience for me. I am grateful.

Peace and Hope, Leaving Some, Taking Some

This morning I went to Lorimer Park for my exercise, despite the light fog and a look of rain in the cloudy sky.

I decided to leave the rail trail and go along the interior paths. We had a torrential rainstorm last evening and they were a bit tricky to navigate – lots of washouts. This happens because the park slopes steeply down to the Pennypack Creek.

Anyway, I thought I’d take a figurine along and see if there was a place for her on a path on the other side of the park.

I found just the perfect spot on a gatepost in the fence separating the park from the Fox Chase Farm, a working educational farm that’s right next to Lorimer.

I reflected on how lucky we are to have this park and this farm here – because they are set right in the middle of a very densely populated urban area. You’d never know it when you’re in the park and looking out at this view.

I felt a sense of peace in setting this figurine here. The day was quiet and and the view almost monochromatic. Not many other people had ventured out – I’d only seen a few people in the hour or so I was there. The only sounds I could hear were the birds, the creek, a little bit of breeze rustling the leaves, and spatters of drops falling from the trees. It makes a real difference to me to experience this feeling and I am grateful for it.

Lorimer Park information
Pennypack Park information
Fox Chase Farm information