Nature: she can’t help herself can she? Always unfolding in a perpetual dance of diversification and evolvement. As if she’s tripping over herself, to offer us new ways to interact with her. So that whereas us humans lean towards calcification in our diversity, (not all, just some of us), Mother Nature just keeps getting more original.
Come swim in me, walk over me or climb me she calls. Press your forehead on me and then lean against me and watch me, as you stand still and relax. Open your window and fall asleep listening to me roar and whistle and pour. Warm your hands over me, make love outside, over and beside me. Listen as I sing, and watch as I fly and soar and rise and dip. Or simply watch, for no particular reason, other then in watching me, something in you will be soothed, as your bodies and minds relax and your delicious bodies soften.
She's also a pithy and direct teacher. Where the words us humans use can create confusion, Mother Nature, teaches experientially. So that if we pend a little time with her, we can learn about this interconnected web of a universe, of which we are a part. Not a key part, just a part. If you've ever been scuba diving, you may have experienced this. For in sinking down deep under the water and swimming with these bizarre looking creatures, such as manta rays and box fish and turtles and sharks, we're reminded of a truth we mostly ignore: we are but a gnat on this planet, a pretty powerful, demolition obsessed gnat, but a gnat none the same. Compared to nature, our power is puny.
For nature vibrates with a fecund power that is answerable to no one. And though we may seek to control, manipulate and dominate our environment to what we think is best, she’ll always respond in the only way that she is able: with integrity. To balance the imbalances, to restore the equilibrium that sometimes results in kamikaze like events, that perhaps if we were more respectful of her in our daily lives, could be avoided.
But at the moment, we're behaving most strangely towards her. It’s almost as if we would prefer a world devoid of her. And yet of course, (thank god) that is quite impossible (oh, please don't say that it is).
So why aren't we spending more time with her? Why are retreating from her, instead of embracing her? When did we all get so scared of her?
I felt this fear recently and it took me by surprise, as it's a fear more warranted to walking down a dark alley at night, and yet here I was feeling it in the middle of the afternoon, walking through a forest I know well. A forest that whispers to me truths that when I am away from them, I manage to pretend don't exist. It's the one that my gut knows to be true, but my head phoo phoos away.
It's to do with control. And the lack of it that I have. Although, I’m rather attached to this illusion that I am, and so I drift from the woods and the forests, not wanting to feel that unsettlement in my own belly.
Let someone else feel it instead.
Although this mind state of pushing Nature away, instead of sitting down on a log and sitting with this feeling and watching it, can do quite disastrous things. It means that I stay away from hanging out in nature. It means that I think I know her, but really it’s my intellect that’s talking, as my body is deprived of interaction with her.
Truth is, I really don’t know who Mother Nature is. And though I’d love to be able to define, clarify and present her to you, in reality, I think she’s rather unpresentable. Which is to say that nature doesn’t need to be defined; she needs to be experienced. For in spending time with her, we’re reminded of our own true nature. Which is to point towards the essence of the exquisite relationship that exists between us and nature: we're no different. We're cut from the same cloth, and long for the same thing which is to evolve and to be free to evolve in whichever way is most true to the beat and thump of our hearts.
In other words, when we hurt nature, as we’re currently doing, the one we end up hurting most of all, is ourselves.