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Parks and ReCreation

Updated on December 31, 2009


Everyone, I suppose, has a favorite park they call their own, a place for recreation and recreating. I am reminded of J.M. Barrie in the movie “Finding Neverland,” how he would walk to the park and be inspired and in turn, inspire.


To be a park, certain traits are, of course, required. There’s just something about the regularity of things, the order, that sets your mind at ease. Green green grass is the first characteristic to come to mind. A spongy clean variety is preferable. A general greenness is somehow what makes a park, a park, in fact. It means life and peacefulness, serenity. As I think this, I am tearing up the very grass with my idle fingers, peacefully though.


Sitting in the calm, I can watch the passersby, each one on their own mission, their own pathway. The verdant grass darting up about me is tinged yellow in the sunshine and almost blue in the shade. I swat at a fly that lands imperceptibly on my skin, and all at once I feel violent amidst all the pacifist nature. The next curious fly that alights is gently brushed away. In the uttermost cliché, little girls in summer sun dresses and little boys with dirt beneath their fingernails, collide their shouts and laughs in attempted harmony against the background of the whirring, orchestral tree branches. Parents push their children on the swing set, making themselves candidates to be photographed for some well-meaning family life magazine. A group of older women are dancing the hula on the lawn at a little distance. Their yellowish gray hair and arthritic ankles sway together in time to no music. A woman is tramping through the grass with her double stroller, her dog, and her cell phone. She is always here when I am here. She looks like a homebody like me, and probably grows tired of home at precisely the same hour every afternoon. A man spreads his hands out into the wind that feels chilly. He seems odd, because he is alone and tall, and now he’s touching the breeze, and now he’s turning his head to the clouds. But I realize that I do the same things; perhaps I, too, am odd. Myna birds bob about mischievously in the grass, their white tail feathers flicking up now and then when they reach down to touch their toes. I hear geese overhead. Maybe they are Hawaiian geese, the nēnē.

the park in "Finding Neverland"
the park in "Finding Neverland"


I am in the middle of all these people and animals and plants. They circle around me in deafening tones. They watch me as I watch them. Jack Johnson’s song “People Watching” floats through my thoughts. My thoughts feel clearer here. It is as though God were giving me a circle of rest, maybe for a moment, maybe for an hour. I have been afflicted and worn down and assailed by fear and doubts, but here I lose my sense of worry. Here I take my rest as I wait on the Lord in the midst of His creation. I do not understand all the ways of His providence, but I trust to Him to guide me when I am blind. Life can feel like a bottomless pit, even on tropical summer days, but God shows me the light brimming over the top. And then there are always days in the park. When I reach home, the stuffiness of an indoor world is almost overwhelming, but the refreshment I was given outdoors lingers at my fingertips and I can still be at peace and at home.


“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside waters of rest. He restores my soul; He guides me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.” ~ Psalm 23:1-3




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    • Rose West profile image

      Rose West 6 years ago from Michigan

      Thank you, Dolores! Being out of doors just feels more like home :) It is wonderful to get closer to God's creation!

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      Dolores Monet 6 years ago from East Coast, United States

      Voted up and awesome! To spend time in nature is like a visit to Eden, to the world God intended for us, the one He created for us. Too bad we've made such a mess out of it. But walking in a park and breathing in the fresh air, basking in the sunshine is healthy and spiritually uplifting for sure.

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      Kim Harris 7 years ago

      I was surprised there was only one comment 10 mos ago! I'm glad I got here before you deleted.

    • Rose West profile image

      Rose West 7 years ago from Michigan

      kimh039, thanks so much for visiting my long un-read hub :) I was on the verge of deleting it!

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      Kim Harris 7 years ago

      Lovely. I'm so glad you are able to find rest and re -creation amidst the fear and uncertainty, and in a green pasture. I like how you are able to express that in words too. Thanks Rose.

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      Ann Leavitt 8 years ago from Oregon

      Once, again you are master of the cliche and make us forget there was ever such a thing as that cheap journalistic critter. This uncommon common place you describe is real through your words, and you made me look at Psalm 23 in a new way, with truer, living meaning.

      Your title is subtle, and I almost didn't notice the unique capitalization! ReCreation. Yes, God recreates, regenerates, when we have lost what He first created, first generated.