Nature is a philosophical truth. Its intelligence does not hinder you from seeking the truth but encourages and assists. It is prudent to realize that everything is intertwined and even the miniscule services the whole.
There exists a grand palace carved in the invisible air around us. The sweet vibrations weave their energy through us, enveloping us like a mist. In the natural environment it is evermore present and what I call the ‘energetical light’.
The vast tiny world in nature is no secret. Upon awakening to this seemingly parallel universe treasures abound. The secrets obscured only by what we deem invisible. Energy exasperates from nature’s miniscule flowery adornments. Their energy sends the most peace through our hearts. The soul rejoices.
We feel rooted, whole again in those moments until our self departs forcing the separation that is the falsehood.
Our demise will be the non-recognition or ignorance of our interconnectedness with all vibrating spirits (energy).
The baby anole lizard jumps from leaf to leaf as if he were stepping down a staircase. He hides amongst the young spotted spurge crop.
I refuse to pluck his shelter out from under him, since, what are, a few harmless ‘weeds’?
Underneath the canopy of confederate jasmine a pair of brown anoles wrap their legs together. They appear motionless until their apparent rhythm humbles me and I step away.
When Earth reveals itself to you, it is because of your acceptance. It is your openness that fuels the alignment.
This is not earned. It is an inherent gift. When the ego steals us away for its own time and pleasure the separateness returns along with the suffering.
Watch and you will hear. Hear and you will see.
The garden flowers will never compare to the extraordinaire of the miniature beauties. They are hidden in the ‘weeds’ we destroy in our effort to maintain our egos.
The Dutchman breeches hanging from a rock face remind me of a tiny gnome’s pantaloons hanging on his clothesline.
Queen Anne’s Lace flourishes in the meadow or roadside ditch. Amidst the woven lace, a tiny purplish floret is revealed at her center.
At the river’s edge, the blooms of the white water willow blush pink when the light is golden.
In one square foot of my yard there are countless magenta orchids protruding forth from the ground ivy. Interspersed among the orchids are the chickweed’s dazzling white stars.
Watch Nature and let her watch you. Sense and feel the vibratory goodness pour in.
Embrace the preserved wildness that has remained throughout the ages. Connect with Nature’s harmony. Rejoice in her resonance.
You will feel tumultuous when you protect that which ego was willing to put to death for no purpose other than to serve itself: because that is all it ever knew to do in the other parallel where our original beliefs were obtained.
The mud dauber leaves his home, zooming through the door of the garden room to seemingly greet the butterfly fluttering at the entrance. They both disappear into the sunlight and I join them.
In search of new treasures I identified several but the phyllanthus urinaria, (chanca piedra) a member of the spurge family was what brought me to my knees. The flowers are on the underside of the miniature palm fanlike leaves but they are only to resemble flowers. The sepals have separated into six parts giving the illusion of lime translucent petals with a yellow center. A petal-less flower more amazing than most with petals. This native of the old world tropics stole my heart when she led me to her secret underworld. I don’t question how I knew to look beneath her to find my smile.
When the journey becomes riddled with sadness, look into some pocket of wildness to raise your vibration. The spirit will soar and lift you up and out of the muck of your wallowing pity into a brighter consciousness.
Seek to be and be bewildered. Ground your greater self. Like the remaining aster that is yet to be buried by the first snowfall, know that you, also, have an identical will to carry on, in glory, until the end.
You are already surrounded in the beauty that you feel escapes you. Bathe in it. See the wonders with the whole of your sight. Do not just look through what is directly in front of you. Look, feel and marvel at your connection with the earth.
We absorb her strength and energy continually and would not live with her destruction. It is one thing to observe her beauty and be compassionate about the dwindling forests but yet another to know that the very breath of life we take from her is priceless.
Nature is our sole provider nursing the parts that sustain us physically.
Nature is our soul provider nursing the parts that sustain us spiritually.
Spirit loves and embraces wildness because spirit is free. Spirit connects and attaches to the wildness. It gathers energy to provide us more light with which to ‘see’.
The ego thrives in darkness waiting to attack the light. The ego surfaces and steals our dreams at every chance before drowning again under the loving light. It is possible for the ego to live on for days and longer in an attempt to keep us safe from our greater self. This is becoming rampant as we lose sight of our glorious earth.
The wisest men and women that ever lived knew the magic potion of life. They looked to the energy rising and circulating up and around them. The sweet elixir nourished their life force.
I have felt like the tiny forgotten bloom. They are discreet, even invisible and tend to hide. In this way they are protected from the masses. Only a few stumble upon them. The few with hearts open enough to pocket their gifts and bring them forward for the rest to see. It is encouraging to strive to seek the almost invisible beauty ignored. I am humbled in accepting that responsibility.
