I am so thankful for March and the temps starting to warm up. Weeds are flourishing in the garden and soon I'll be out there after them. While I have cut back on my gardening efforts over the years, it is still an important aspect of my life, because there is something mystical and magical about getting my bare feet on the earth and my hands in the soil, caring for growing things.
One of the foundational reasons for our sense of isolation and unhappiness is that we have lost our contact with nature. In the natural world, there is no theology to agree or disagree with. We don’t have to identify as Presbyterian or Lutheran, male or female, conservative or progressive. There is nothing to argue about. It is in contact with all the “givens”—that which has been available to every creature God has created since the Big Bang—that something is indeed given. I guess in the spiritual world we would call it grace. Every day, we are given a natural way to reconnect with God and it doesn’t depend upon intelligence, education, or a religion. It depends on really being present and connecting with the soul. --Richard Rohr, Daily Meditation, March 4
Walking our dog Barney gets me out in nature, too. I often use walking time to catch photos for these posts. Taking pictures has made me pay more attention to my surroundings as we walk, and I especially notice textures such as tree bark or sunshine glistening off newly-sprouted tree leaves.
Like all of life, being present is a practice.
Leta
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| Alan Seeger Natural Area, central PA, my favorite spot on Mother Earth |
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