I was looking through my blog archives, and came across this poem, which I posted 16 years ago this month in 2008. Where I wrote a poem about walking in the woods and how I felt connecting to all around me…. This week with the cold crisp air in England, I took my favourite route through the woods.
Taking those deep clean breaths of fresh air on my walk this week, I was reminded no matter how bogged down, or how frustrated at times we may feel about the external world, that often appears chaotic and in turmoil.. Walking in Nature brings you back to your Core, your Centre.. Back into Balance.
The woods remind me to stand tall, as their roots dig deep into Mother Earth.. No matter what vines wrap themselves around the trees, no matter what situations wrap around us, when you go out into nature and allow yourself to become attuned with all that surrounds you. You see the strongest and the weak, working side by side.
I saw spiders webs hanging precariously, being blown by the wind, there were last years birds nests battered and broken. I saw blackbirds pecking over the leaves looking for food. And I saw squirrels jumping high in the branches, trusting their judgment, as they leapt from tree branch to tree branch..
The spider, trusting her web will hold, and if not she silently builds another.. The Blackbird, trusting that under that next leaf, he will find his breakfast. The squirrel, unafraid of trusting his judgement as he takes that leap of faith through the air to the next tree…
We learn so much, just by observing Mother Nature
And all the while the woodland was alive, with birdsong, as the Sun shone and no longer the rain fell. .
Where ever I looked, there was Joy to be held in the moment, I looked down at the dead leaves on the ground, that winter discards in order for her trees to withstand the storms. So, too, will we one day look back, and see the decay and the systems that no longer serve, have to fall away and decay, to allow new growth to rebuild from the grass roots upwards..
I saw the semblance of buds on the tree branches waiting to sprout, still dark and closed tight shut to withstand more frost and cold. But they were waiting, waiting to push through.
So too was growth pushing through the ground, as wild daffodils, and snowdrops were poking their leaves through the undergrowth. Nature is always working in harmony and balance, knowing that after each Winter of harsh conditions that Spring is always pushing its way through..
So dear WordPress family, Know also, that as harsh as things appear on the outside, in this upside down jumbled confusing phase of our evolution appears to be… Know that underneath, behind the scenes, there are still those courageous souls, who are pushing through those dark dense layers, just like the Spring bulbs… Pushing towards the Light, so ALL may stand tall, like the trees in the wood… So all may take their own leaps of faith like the squirrel, and rebuild, anew like the spider, and fly free like the blackbird.
Enjoy each moment, and find the JOY in the Simple things of Life
💖Love and Blessings to All 💖
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