little birdies all wet and puffed up from the rain
my face in kitty fur
jazz music with my love, on the grass on a cool evening
baby cardinals chirping
pumpkin chocolate chip bread
someone loving my art
sewing on the porch on a sunny afternoon
a spontaneous dinner out instead of cooking
the scent of feathers, of a rose surrounded by rose hips, and of lavender soap
So the writer of one of my favorite blogs, Nature Is My Therapy, posted about a challenge hosted by We Are Wildness called "Rewild Your Life." For 30 days in September, the participants will attempt to spend at least 30 minutes a day in a natural setting for 30 days without electronics (except to take pictures). The goal? To "help you reconnect with that inner wildness deep down in your soul!" Don't you love that? This challenge really appeals to me, as I have a very deep connection to the earth and nature that is an enormous part of who I am and how I feed my "soul". A connection that has been mostly blocked due to coping with an illness that drains the heart and darkens the spirit. When I do meet with nature, I find tremendous joy. A challenge like this will hopefully provide motivation to clear up and rebuild my earth-y connection. :) I'm excited to start!
I happened to watch the video for Michael Jackson's "Earth Song" this week. It'd been so long since I had seen it, but it comes closer than anything I have seen in a long time to showing the kind of desperate, heart-breaking, incomprehensible grief and intensity I feel over the devastating destruction of the planet and abhorrent suffering of all living beings. Such a grief and anger and helplessness that goes beyond expression and comprehension. HOW CAN ANYONE ALLOW THIS TO HAPPEN, to choose greed and self-interest over the protection and sanctity of lives, of LIFE? I don't understand. I only hope that more and more people are inspired to do something, anything! Each action, no matter how big or small, makes a difference and fights back!
I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close. ~Pablo Neruda