Do you think about yourself in relation to nature around you? What is your relationship with nature?
Are you intertwined like ancient roots or curved branches? Do you blend in? Are you detached?
I have just realized that the more I am in nature, the more I details I notice and the more supported I feel.
Yes. I was going to say ‘healed’ and there is that too. But it’s supported that I mean. And feeling supported, as my extraordinary homoeopath once told me, is the number one most important factor in anyone’s healing.
Last night I noticed that the bees were still busy caring for the pinky-purple flowers of the giant rhododendron trees in our back garden as dusk was darkening thickly around them and the wind was gusty and hard. Yet even with their aerodynamically-absurd tiny wings and big, fluffy bodies the bees kept going.
Suddenly I’m thinking the quickening dark is an analogy for depression and that bees are a wild inspiration to us for mindful activity in the face of impending mental angst.
I am seeing these kind of tiny, potent metaphors and analogies everywhere I look in nature now.
It’s quite overwhelming.
It’s like I knew all this but now I am being shown, blinkers off, eyes wide open.
I’m frightened yet thrilled. Like when a child asks for some “danger” within the safety of a familiar, loved story.
Something has just occurred to me. Many years ago I was diagnosed with ‘acute reactive clinical depression’. I might talk about this another time but the point I want to make now is that after being referred to said homoeopath above by a clinical psychologist (obviously a very evolved one, huh?) and being given a remedy in high potency I still remember coming out of depression.
I was hanging clothes on the washing line, sun shining and there it was – my first HAPPY moment in months.
A single happy moment. Unbidden. Arriving during a simple, productive task.
What I‘ve just remembered now is how noticing nature galvanized that moment for me and gave it more momentum.
I heard a wild, flapping, buzzing noise from the bush next to me and upon examination I saw – argh – horror moment coming – a praying mantis biting the head off a huge, noisy cicada which was still flapping its wings trying to get away.
It appears praying mantis and cicadas don’t suffer depression at all. Although maybe they feel rather odd and unbalanced after landing on a pesticide-dripping plant.
I remember thinking, ‘Hey, I’m not dead!’.
I feel we have lost much of the support of nature, the bracing perspective it gives us, and the multifarious, analogous aids we have in seasons, plants, birds, animals – aids we can easily find in every living thing if we simply look.
I think we humans have simply taken it all for granted, simply not really noticed it and furthermore we’ve been hugely attracted, like bees to blue plastic flowers, to gadgets and gizmos and fripperies that provide saccharine nectar for us which doesn’t sustain and nurture us but gives us hedonistic, too-quick highs and cravings for more.
Don’t get me wrong, I am as easily seduced by shiny as you or anyone else. But now I am feeling a different seduction that’s much more rewarding. A primal craving. And a deeper level of satisfaction.
I’m Noticing Nature.
Feeling supported by it.
Which in turn makes me Notice Nature more.
And feel ever more supported.
Why should this be such a surprise to me when it’s in my nature? Is it in your nature too?
Image “Forget Not” above borrowed from Mae Chevrette Art – Original Paintings and Mixed Media. You can buy this and other art such as “In the Sea” and “The Love You Make” oh, and “To Be Brave” from Mae’s Etsy store. Thank you for making the world more beautiful Mae.