Sometimes I feel I wasn’t made for this world. Sometimes my mind can’t grasp its ways. Then I go outside. Nature never fails to inspire me. She always shares her wisdom with those who stop to listen. In those wild and untouched places I feel wild and untouched by worry and judgement. I feel free. Whatever great force that pushed the Willow up from the muddy banks before me, that painted the leaves of the Mallow in shocks of pink, that moves the Air across the lake in a dance of ripples and light, that force made me as well. How wonderful is that?
It’s so hard for me not to see the magic of life. I find life in the wonder of the world. I see Life quite clearly in the meadows, beaches and woods. It looks vibrant and green, broken by the yellow Goldenrod, the orange Monarch wing, the blue Sky when the Summer King rules the day. It looks lazy like Spanish Moss, languid and hot, dripping from the Oaks. And just when I feel too hot, life offers me fat drops of Rain to catch in my mouth and waves of turquoise Oceans to cool my feet. Life looks like Snow-cloaked Evergreens standing silent when Winter blankets the land. Life looks like the shy awakening of pastel flowers in the Spring and like the warm embers that come to life in the leaves of the Fall. It looks jagged and unmovable like Mountains and soft and forgiving like Sand.
Life is experienced. It is felt.
Nature has been my most favorite teacher of life. I am in awe of her. She has shown me beauty beyond compare. She has shown me terror too to be sure. I’ve seen the violence the Elements can bring. I am not blind to it. I’ve seen life fulfilled by death in the wild. The wilderness has its own way that does not always seem beautiful or kind. There is a larger intelligence guiding the rhythms of time, yet residing outside Time’s limits. Even in its harshness, life is no less wonderful to me. For it is Life. And Life is True. I’m not sure how it came to be or how it will come to pass. I often wonder how I came to be here now. I don’t know for sure.
I only know that Space holds the Stars and Dreams and made a sound that birthed the Wind’s song, and I have ears that were made to hear it. And the sound sparked a Fire that lit the day
and I have eyes that were made to see it. And the Fire brought warmth to draw the Waters from the Sky and I have a tongue that was made to taste it. And the Waters fell and cooled and
became solid Earth that can hold all of life, and I have a nose that was made to smell and breathe it in and in that way I am One with it. Yes, how wonderful is that? I haven’t stumbled down the Rabbit’s hole. I don’t need to fall to see. In my Soul I know there is no where else but Wonderland. Or maybe I’ve gone mad? That’s fine by me. I’ve heard all the best people are.
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.” ~ Albert Einstein
Nikki is a Mother, Wife, Healer, Hopeful Suburban Homesteader acknowledges words are her mind’s tools; writing her soul’s craft; and this circus of life her heart’s muse. Read more from Nikki here on her blog, The Way I Bee. Nikki’s massage therapy and energy healing, including reiki/cranio with some spontaneous journey work, are part of the offerings at Nourishing Storm Wellness Company.