Back to Nature (Published on TBNWeekly.com - March 2, 2005)
Grow a new garden of moments and memories
The white curtains lift with the breeze dancing in
afternoon shafts of sunlight. The air feels and smells different. Theres
something unexplainable but for certain noticeably different.
|Photo by Rick Tremmel
|Long-tailed skippers gather
nectar upon the lantana.
A cardinal lays claim to the bird feeder, a scarlet sentinel, noble and proud. A
gang of robins stir up the soil between the roots of last years grass,
turning over each tiny stone in search of bite size robin snacks. At the edges of
the lake pompous male ducks strut in front of their females making self-important
grunts while swishing their newly feathered tails.
There was a fog last night and a warm misty haze this morning. A full moon posed
over the lake, as if dangling from a cable, center stage. The moist, fresh air
filled our senses with the fragrance of new earth, new beginnings and second
There are things that we never want to let go of, people we never want to
leave behind. But keep in mind that letting go isnt the end of the world,
its the beginning of a new life. Author Unknown
Isnt that spring? A time of new beginnings, fresh starts, renewed vision,
budding hopes, blossoming dreams, new strength, inventive, creativity.
Nearness to nature
keeps the spirit sensitive to impressions not
commonly felt, and in touch with unseen powers. The Soul of the Indian 1911
The seed catalogs are filling the mailbox. Colored penciled charts, paper weighted
upon the dining room table, forecast the future of moonlight gardens, butterflies,
waterfalls of wisteria, wind chimes, a soft cover book, a nap in the hammock, the
sound of rain upon the roof, bouquets of flowers, ducklings in soft down, pastel
lotus blossoms turning to follow the sun, turquoise long-tailed skippers gathering
nectar upon the lantana, hot oranges, pinks and yellows, and marshmallows over an
We are made of moments. There is no end, only a passing from one moment to the
next and the shadow or light we share. As these moments are a part of us, we become
a part of these moments.
I give you one thought
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumns rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush;
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night
Crazy Horse, Battle of the Little Big Horn.
Put down the sword. Pick up the spade. Turn down the war of spent shells and
battlefield; listen to the birds song at dawn and the breaking of the
oceans waves upon the shore. Plant a garden sweet and free. Plant an orange
tinged rose for me.
Against a lavender sky, the rose scented breeze against your cheek, the sparkle of
rain drops dazzling a leaf, a lone feather upon your path, no matter the distance
between us, in these moments I am with you. Children go well and safe into the
universe making your own moments. May inspiration be as near as a sunbeam upon your
shoulder. When you awaken in the mornings hush, I am the swift uplifting
rush; of quiet birds in circled flight
and always, back to nature.
Karen can be reached at MyMuddyPawsStudio@gmail.com.