Back to Nature (Published on TBNWeekly.com - Nov. 1, 2007)
One moment in forever
I just got off the phone with my Uncle Clarence. We shared our daily news with one
another as he explained hed arrived home moments earlier from a bountiful
|Photo by Karen Mitchell Tremmel
|The harvest moon shines bright
among the stars in a clear autumn sky.
Im a bit tired, he expressed, but I expect to receive
about 80 visitors at my annual Halloween Party next week.
This kind of news wouldnt be out of the ordinary except for the fact that my
remarkable Uncle is in his late 90s. Hes been my mentor, guide, father figure
and inspiration since I was a wee child and still remains so. He embraces beauty
and nature. He sees the world through the eyes of an artist and naturalist and
lives each moment.
Down my driveway lives a cactus my uncle gifted me several years ago.
This was a piece of the cactus your grandmother grew in her garden. It
wont grow very large, but blooms with the most incredible, bright white and
yellow blossoms. She treasured it as Im sure you will. When I saw your
beautiful garden I so wanted to gift you something to remember her and me
Yes, well remembered. In fact the whole neighborhood will remember the beautiful
white and yellow flowers of my grandmothers cactus blooming in late summer.
The large blossoms seem to dwarf the small cactus in their size and beauty.
With gloved hands I planted the little cactus in my garden. It tucked itself
obscurely in among the palms and palmettos until it realized the warm weather of
its new home was, for the most part, year round. We named her Arizona. Arizona is
happy. She has grown to near 5-feet tall. She is a beauty! My grandmother and uncle
would be proud. But my purpose is to write about something small and wonderful that
has made its home in the shelter of Arizonas girth.
I watched a thin thread being spun from Arizona to the palms one day last spring.
Interesting, I thought. Next day there was quite a well-strung structure that at
first had the appearance of chaos not pattern. As time passed the network of zigzag
lines began to appear as a logical pattern. I wondered how it might withstand the
terrific rains and winds of late summer and fall.
The web has grown to sizable proportions, intricately laced and intertwined. Seems
its owner is quite comfortable existing as a part of the local environment it calls
home. In fact has faired well many a storm and many a wind. Oddly no one has chosen
to dash the web with a stick or mower. This alone is just simply wonderful, but how
it remains and grows in confidence and security is short of amazing.
If the spider had chosen a hidden, out of the way, habitat deep in the forest, as
opposed to my suburban garden I wouldnt find this little marvel so
surprising. Ive thought on this and hold some fear of the final outcome, but
for now the life of this spider in the arms of Arizona is stable. I cant help
but wonder, could it be that humanity, in actual fact, if given a choice, would
rather relish life than destroy its magnificent beauty? If so
means there still remains a glimmer of hope for our planet, yes? If one small kind
act of absolution can be bestowed on this tiny creature living between the palms
and Arizona, what else might be accomplished, one small act at a time?
How does the spider view its world? Does it wait in anticipation for final
attrition or do you think its aware of time and space beyond its webbed
world? Does it realize there are these great creatures that can reign final
judgment upon its spidery world with less than a blink of an eye? Or does spider
live in spider bliss of one moment to the next, simply appreciating the warmth of
the sun and the winds that bring it dinner?
What wonders are beyond our imagination? Is it just here in our small community or
do we recognize all humankind and all living things as one and beyond to the stars
and oceans? Are we like this savvy spider unaware what exists beyond our grasp?
If we can walk upon this earth with hearts filled with beauty and live in harmony
with nature we are heading in the direction of becoming part of the universe, part
of the oceans ... to be among stars. I wish to weave my web next to yours like the
little spider and not fear for the winters of tomorrow. I wish for us all to share
life and respect life for just one moment. I wish to be a link in a chain of hands
around the earth holding tight. Let us view the stars and harvest moon together as
they shimmer upon the gulf waters and realize we are but one moment in forever.
Karen can be reached at MyMuddyPawsStudio@gmail.com.