A daily meditation is a lovely way to begin or end a day. A time to reflect, think, dream, pray, be. An idea floated upon me yesterday. An idea to listen and record a daily message from nature. We all know that we go too fast in this society. We have isolated ourselves from the things that enchant and feed our life force. We desperately try to connect but get a busy signal.
I am among the most guilty of this. I despise sitting for a long period of time though I do dream of great books and cups of tea and long walks. But from sun up to sun down I busy myself to the point of frenzy. My body yells for rest now. It used to whisper, now it demands. Fatigue hits me with a powerful force mid-afternoon. I get the subtle and not-so-subtle messages my body and weary spirit are telling me. Slow down. Breathe. Listen. There is much to learn still.
So each day I will be out in nature, even if that means walking along the pavement, and will listen and record what I am being told. Plenty of photographs and symbolism will intertwine with the daily meditations I write. These will all be recorded on my other blog, Medicine Wolf. I will still be writing this blog daily with all of the fun, recipes, homesteading, farming, herbal remedies, and stories you have grown to love. But, then maybe hop over to Medicine Wolf and sign up for a daily email with insights and wisdom from nature. Let’s all become students of nature and Spirit. (Click on the name Medicine Wolf to be taken over to the other page.)
I am in love with this place. It speaks to me…
of heartbreaks healed and promises kept.
The lingering wood smoke scents the air as the rustic landscape captivates me. It pulls me in and dances with me across further snow capped peaks and nestles me near in elder Elms. I am pleased here, at peace, quiet, exhaled.
Words and new poems run through my mind- cadences and song, psalms and prayers. I think I have been burnt out for a long time. Work too hard. Expect too much of others and myself and often forget to live. The rabbit that shoots out of the brush and away in a zigzag when I startle him cares not if I answer every call or busy work myself to exhaustion. The wild world of nature will still be there if our chaos of whirlwind, human made, self righteous living were to end. It would go on, more peacefully perhaps. I breathe again and look out across the prairie and realize my soul is connected to this natural world and I come back to myself.
The prairie is so alive. Rabbits scamper under brush as owls speak in trees under foliage of vibrant hues. Hawks circle, the sky is huge here. Dauntingly beautiful, I cannot even find myself to paint. I could never match the beauty. Inspiration fuels me, revitalizes my senses.
Fall is evident in scenes I failed to notice in our past existence. Piles of firewood in country front yards. The thicker white coats on our goats. Chickens getting new feathers, laying less eggs. The winds are different, the clouds look different. The colors increased- vibrant, charged, glowing.
I watch for birds flying south so I have my timeline of preparedness. Firewood. Sweaters. Pantry full. Animal feed stocked. Chimney swept. Gutters cleaned. Garden prepped. Garlic planted.
My list never ends but may I learn to live in a simpler breath. Slower. Methodical. Meaningful. Breathe, the air is sweet upon us and Autumn is in the air.