This past Saturday, 5 people walked with me at Davidson-Arabia Mountain Nature Preserve. There they were, listening. Listening to Nature, enfolded by the fragrant pine forest, securely and softly supported by the firm ground cushioned with pine needles, smiles crept over their faces. A couple of minutes went by before I dared to add my voice to the symphony of subtle sounds bathing our ears. I whispered, "How was that?"
"Reverent." "Surprisingly rich with sounds I don't hear in the city." "We usually forget to listen. Thanks for bringing us out here to witness God's magnificent and diverse creation."
We continued on our path, awakening all our senses and noticing how many spiritual lessons were written there in the trees. Each walker "met" his or her own tree by being led with eyes closed to a tree, exploring it with touch, then finding it again. "Each tree is unique, just like each of us."
Later in the day, we painted, letting the pure colors of yellow, blue, and red have conversations with each other on the paper. The conversations, mingling the essences of each color, created more colors. Painters breathed easier while they painted, feeling the mood of each color move something in our own bodies. Creating was safe, exciting, satisfying. "I love my painting."
When I can contribute to the experience of others with activities that promote self acceptance, connection with Nature and the Divine in and around us, my purpose is fulfilled. I am blessed with opportunity and grateful for my community.
When are YOU sharing what you love?
In joy,
Regina
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