I am Nature’s companion. I’m beguiled by Nature. Human nature. Plant nature. Animal nature. It doesn’t matter as long as it’s natural. That goes for medicine and healing as well.
Becoming more aware and attuned to Nature satisfies my soul like nothing else. I’m a natural-born gardener (house plants too), and I’m a Highly Sensitive Person (HSP) profoundly affected by Nature. I’ve come to learn the answers really are all here. Just look around. Listen. Pay attention to feelings, when, where and with whom they occur.
Until her passing in June 2019, days began with my enthusiastic border collie Bess. She’d join me for Qigong amidst pine boughs in the garden where wind chimes and a bubbling spring-fed pond whisper to budding flowers of the seasons.
Picking a morning meditative bouquet, feeling awed by the unfolding splendor of spring, watching a red-tailed hawk or white puffy clouds glide effortlessly across the bluest of blue skies, smelling lilacs or tomatoes and basil warmed by the afternoon sun, feeling dirt sift through my fingers or summer’s breeze tousling my hair — it’s Nature’s gifts that bring me joy.
Evening creativity turns toward music, and cooking a satisfying meal often with a freshly picked salad from the garden. I cherish heart-to-heart connection, a warm embrace, wide smile, and hearty laughter along with thought provoking conversation, spiritual readings, and the unspoken language of hand-drumming.
Writing and journaling since a teen have been my closest companions through love and loss, relocating, health crises, job changes, death of loved ones, travel, an encyclopedia of emotions, getting from Point A to Point B in understanding, and of course the ensuing insights and gratitude. I wholeheartedly agree that a writer’s greatest intimacy is with their own thoughts. Mine are often contemplating the Tao, humanity, and a new awareness from Nature or appreciating its breathtaking beauty. Yes, it is all about the journey. My journey is about a garden path righting my life.