“What a joy it is to feel the soft, springy earth under my feet once more,
to follow grassy roads that lead to ferny brooks
where I can bathe my fingers in a cataract of rippling notes,
or to clamber over a stone wall into green fields that
tumble and roll and climb in riotous gladness!”
When spring gets into full swing….where the flowers are coloring the landscape, and the warm breezes drift around me carrying intoxicating scents….I am calmed, I am rejuvenated, I am healed.
And it isn’t just in spring….it is anytime I am in nature really. I have a strong need to be here where I can observe a special world that moves to its own slow rhythm and pace. Being surrounded by the constant noise of machines and voices, the smell of exhaust from engines, the bright light of screens, and the endless push, push, push to get things done, I need a place to go where I can feel a healing balm descend on me body and soul. Where I am reminded to breath slowly….to look and listen…to take in the world around me with every sense I can muster.
But there are rules when I enter nature’s world….and these rules must be observed if we are to get any healing effect from it. You must surrender to this world in silence….open up your eyes and ears. Breath deep, and drink in every smell. Feel the temperature, the air and light on your skin. Be there in the moments that present themselves. And for heaven’s sake, bring no electronics with you…well maybe a camera from time to time to capture a bit of it. We cannot notice this special world when we are engaged in looking at a screen or talking to another person. This is a world to enter alone. To give ourselves to fully.
Recently, I have been keeping a digital journal of Moments of Fulfillment in my garden. Moments I am beginning to write down in a journal and on my other blog, monthly. The moments that bring light and lightness to my heart. Where I feel at home, and at peace. Let me show you a few of these moments that have been a healing balm for me this spring.
When a sky, this color, presents itself, you must capture the moment in your mind as you sit and gaze on it….just by looking at its magnificence I am instantly calmed. And the tears that well up in my eyes, at its miracle, match the raindrops still on the branches of the tree.
Sitting on the Wall Garden, I can watch the first pollinators roll around in the crocus pollen…they are drunk and high with their first drink of spring. And the high is catching.
The tiniest of bulbs are now popping up all over the garden. And because the landscape is so bare, you can’t help but notice them…..in blues…..
And pale pinks….nestled in and among the new growth and spent debris of last year’s garden. Hardly noticeable sometimes unless you stop and look closely. Even getting down on hands and knees. Sometimes I will even lay upon the earth and stare at their beauty.
There are surprises around every corner. A clump of dried grass is so much more upon closer inspection. The thought of new life, or life that never came to be. Pondering the mystery brings me solace.
And visiting nature after a refreshing rain can bring its own special beauty.
One of the most incredible sounds is the sweet song of the spring birds. Calling to each other. Whistling a tune. They just seem so happy, that each time I hear their songs, I break into a smile that lights my heart. For me there is no better healing balm than nature…whether in my own garden, or in a park across the street, or a nature center across town.
Where do you find solace and healing?
Special Note: The pictures here are of the recent early spring in my garden.
I leave you with a few additional words the healing power of nature. I welcome you to download this photo and share it.
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