Whenever I feel my creative nest is closing up around me, I find my wings and fly into nature.
I love writing and creating and sharing my soul’s gifts. It is one of the reasons why I’m here. Birthing new stories and breathing life into an idea brings me immense joy, but can consume the hours and my energy like nothing else. Too much, like too little, isn’t particularly soul nurturing, and so I turn to nature for equilibrium.
Being in nature is alchemy for mind-body-spirit. No matter how tired, how dull, how diminished we feel, nature restores us.
I have always lived close to the earth. No matter where I happen to be, I’ll find a natural place to visit where there is water, trees, wildflowers, wildhearts. This is home and sanctuary filled with sweet sighs and the joyful sense of belonging. Here is where magic happens.
Whether walking the poet’s path around Rydal lake, filled with words and song that brightens on the breeze; or stepping into the enchantment at Aberfoyle, where the woodland hides gateways to the beyond; or walking the sea-tickled shores at one coast or another, listening to the memories of water… here, in nature, I feel free.
Today, I went to my local park. February’s sun has the promise of spring in its rays, teasing everything it touches. This dream called life is birthed from light. Everything feels transient. In this moment, I am girl and woman and something else. Memories of past magical moments in nature become musical notes on my soul’s pages. It is a beautiful song.
Nature has played its part in the best I have written and created, and in everything that I am. Although just a visitor on the earth journey, star-braided and like a comet passing through, I feel nature’s sentience will remain with me long after my tour is done.