Friday, October 30, 2015

A Moment with Nature

We had the big rain come through the northeast this week. The next day, in my area, a remnant rain squall quickly blew across the ridge where I live above a river.

The skies rapidly darkened from patchy clouds to a dark roiling gray. The wind intensified as it twisted, twirled, and gusted sending fallen leaves back up into the barren tree branches only to fall again. A pelting rain punctuated the squalls passage.

The sight through my picture window was mesmerizing and deeply spiritual in the ever present portal to nature. It reminded me of a passage in The Immortal Wilderness, by the late naturalist John Hay.

He wrote: “There are occasions when you can hear the mysterious language of the Earth, in water, or coming through the trees, emanating from the mosses, seeping through the undercurrents of the soil, but you have to be willing to wait and receive.”

If you’ve never tasted the aroma of a pine forest after a summer rain you are missing a Divine connection to the Source. If you’ve never sat in a blooming rose garden, or watched a stubble field fill up with snow or just listened to the wind in the silence of a moonlight walk. You are missing what Mr. Hay is talking about.

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