The Boss
Nature is beautiful until it plays by its own rules. We think we know those rules when we are awed by the sunset, delight in the meticulous order of petals on a flower or stand in the forest and absorb its sanctity. It invites us to smell its flavor, taste its color.
The rules are not ours. Our minds relax in knowing the expected, dance in the unexpected beauty yet we languish in fear of the unexpected fury. Nature’s message is to not be too sure of oneself because there may be surprises. What once may have embraced us may thrash and push us away.
A woodpecker lands on a fallen branch. The branch is dying, the woodpecker finds a morsel of nourishment. We build our castles, pay our homage to nature by planting trees and lush gardens. We celebrate the beauty of plants and flowers, creating not just a backyard but a place to fell one with nature. It is our place of comfort and safety.
It is like our minds, our mental health. Life is good when predictable, when laughter resonates like the miracle of a flower, when beauty surrounds our being. But life and nature have their own rules. They poke at us to check our endurance; they wipe us out to change our perspectives. A perspective changed cannot sustain the reality of the past. These rules deem that what was to be a forever fixture can vanish. A life flash, History made.
So, here come new gardens, new awareness, new perspectives. Like the woodpecker we find that nugget of nourishment to move on.
Author: Janice Porter
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