Back to Nature (Published on TBNWeekly.com - Feb. 2, 2005)
Natural gifts help to find the road home
Gulf winds blow in a thick fog that enfolds the
branches of the trees, softens the edges of the road and lamp posts and holds the
night sky close and uncomfortably damp.
|Photo by Rick Tremmel
|Barred owl in a morning
Landmarks, houses and street signs disappear in a dreamlike shroud. A golden glow
from the street lamps powder puff the mist, impressionistic: Monets
London, Lacroixs Effect of Fog. Everything looks
unfamiliar. Which way is home? Am I hopelessly lost? Which way is north? Take a
deep breath, follow the movement from the sea, listen, smell, close my eyes,
feel my way back home.
I met Gretta while living out on the flat horizon of the prairies in Canada. She
was a stout woman with long, silver gray hair which she wore twisted up in a bun
with a few curls that always managed to escape, gently framing her face. Her
porcelain skin glowed health, sun, fresh air and peaceful nature. She approached
each day as if it was new. She remembered the stories of the past as lessons for
the future but did not live in the past. She dreamed of gardens blooming and
a stone fireplace to be built against the north wall of her cabin but she did not
live in the future.
As I watched her from my back porch across the fields going about her everyday
chores I became enamored with her passion for life, whether it was snapping green
beans or hanging out a load of laundry in the winter sun. She glowed, fulfilled
with each days little mysteries and possibilities.
We never know whats gonna happen from one minute to the next,
she explained to me over thick coffee, chocolate and hot bread. Lifes
full of mysteries. Some good
some not so good. We think lifes all
about the unexpected, the unfamiliar, but if we dont stop to appreciate these
everyday moments, these little things that bring smiles to our hearts and lead us
back home, we can become lost forever in the mystery.
She put down her cup to dip her crust of bread into the coffee. Ive
lived through two wars and buried three of my young children, but the northern
lights at this time of year still bring me to my knees in awe and tears. Do you
know what will happen tomorrow?
As I looked over the prairies I reflected upon the changing weather of this unique
landscape. I remembered the pelting hail, the fragrant warm winds, the footprints
in the snow. I remembered the bright, color yellow reflecting upon the bellies of
the white land gulls soaring overhead in last summers turquoise sky. I
remembered the sudden change from a sunny day to a deep snowfall that left me
stranded for two days along the deserted Kananaskis highway in the Canadian
Rockies. I thought of my own lost child and wished I could hold her just one
My dreams, my past and my future, a motion picture blinking on and off in my
Gretta placed a small piece of broken chocolate between two slices of steaming hot
bread and smiled. Have you ever tried this before? I looked up at her
clear blue eyes and smiled. Watching the morsel of chocolate melt as if butter I
heard her say, Lifes gonna change. Theres nothing we can do about
that. Its unfamiliar at times. All the same its all right to be sad,
angry and afraid. Youve a right to feel. We all feel lost sometimes.
Ive learned that money isnt the true wealth for me. Its
the sun on my shoulders as I work in the garden. Its the smell of the fresh
prairie air caught up in the clean linen. Its my friends, my childrens
laughter and of course never, never forget chocolate. She winked and
The fog penetrated every empty space. I watched the thick mist move from west to
east in organdy sheets across the golden lamp lights. Its these everyday
natural gifts and moments that teach us how to feel the hidden road safely back
back to nature.
Karen can be reached at MyMuddyPawsStudio@gmail.com.