Amphibian Hunt and the Marsh Maiden

Practicing Mindfulness in Nature: Part One

Practicing mindfulness in nature is the act of losing oneself to the experience of the present moment as it unfolds in the natural world.

The fictional character with whom I've identified most recently in my life is the Irish marsh maiden from Lord Dunsany's The Kith of the Elf-folk. Wild eyed mistress of the night time marshlands, the soul of humans and their constructs are such a curiosity to her that they temporarily pull her from the rhythms of the night marsh towards solid land, daylight and a human form. Towards this end, her kin, the kith of the Elf-folk, fashion a soul for her from un-quantifiables such as "the gray mist that lies by night over the marshlands" and "the myriad song of the birds". Soon, she is off into the strangeness of a walking human body dressed in clothing, desperately seeking the beauty of the world but saddled with the responsibility and mystery of dinner table talk.

Like the marsh maiden soon after taking leave of her native home,  I often find myself questioning the ways and motives of humankind. In response to my own sense of confoundedness, I have a renewed interest in a wild re-connection to nature. 

And so I am re-becoming the nature lover of my childhood. 

In mid April, wet nights are particularly magical as amphibians are called out by that deep, ancestral need to be acknowledged by another.  And so, one mild and rainy night this past April my teenage son Lucas and  I headed out for a walk to nearby Moore's Pond to hunt for amphibians and see what we might see.

About a half hour into our walk, after the initial excitement of finding several species of toads, frogs and salamanders, we were drenched.  I thought we should turn around to head for home but Lucas thought otherwise and strongly suggested that we go on just a  bit further to a favourite side road. It was there that we made our discovery.

In the inky darkness, about halfway down the roadway, his flashlight caught a glimmer of something light in the centre of the lane. There before us was a sizable Northern Leopard frog, laying on its little speckled back, its smooth white underbelly facing the blackness of the rainy night sky. Stranded by who knew what, it was the very picture of death waiting. 

With bated breath we paused a moment straining our eyes to take in the scene before us.

I think he's gone mom" was my sons gentle reply. Disbelieving, I looked a little closer and soon pointed out that its breath was still rising. This acknowledged, we were called  towards action.

Earlier in the day I had strangely zippered a sturdy envelope into my rain coat pocket instead of tossing it into the recycling. Recalling this, I took it out and in a moment Lucas slipped it beneath the trembling creature and carefully carried it off the laneway slick with water. He laid him right side up on a bed of wet grass in the hopes that it might survive. We turned and walked back towards the shadows of the main road.

As we made our way back past Moore's Pond we noticed two frogs had been squashed by passing cars since we had been by about ten minutes earlier. We couldn't help but feel for these little creatures who were simply trying to safely make their way across the road from one waterway to the other in answer to the call of the wild. And what about the little frog on the side road whose life we had  possibly just saved? What exactly was it that had caused Lucas, my mild mannered son,  to strongly urge me onwards down that dark laneway when we had already felt satisfied by seeing any number of amphibians crossing on the main road? Had that little Leopard frog somehow been calling out to him for help? 

Spurred on by tiredness and the seeking of our warm, dry beds we quietly paced our steps to the brisk, uncertain chorus of spring peepers and the occasional toad. 

Upon our return home that night I thought of Lord Dunsany's words as he wrote about wild things and the little marsh maiden : "I chanced to stand that night by the marsh's edge, forgetting in my mind the affairs of men; and I saw the marshfires come leaping up from all the perilous places. And they came up by flocks the whole night long, to the number of a great multitude, and danced away together over the marshes."