The Breath of Nature
But whether we like it or not time marches on. I realize this and shake off the feelings of sadness at the rapid passing of time, and try to turn my reflection instead on the amazing life that is all around us not how fast it goes. How often I forget the simple joys that each moment brings right were I am. I may not be able to control it's speed, but I can remind myself of the simple peace especially the peace of this time of year. The hushing of the happy business of spring and summer that is gently brought to a close as autumn embraces the earth.
It reminds me of the reflections of Richard Headstrom in his book The Living Year.
I have been sitting by my study window, watching swirling gusts of wind blow
fallen leaves crazily over the ground. It seems only yesterday that they were
resplendent in yellows and golds, russets and browns; but now, tattered and torn,
they lie scattered about, the playthings of every passing breeze and a poignant
reminder that the season of biting winds, icy pendants, and whirling snowflakes
is near at hand. Only the rosy glow in the sky, as the sun disappears behind the
distant hillside, remains as the essence of October's brilliance. Yet the woods,
though not wholly leafless, are not without a certain beauty as purple and brown
shadows silently steal over them and the twilight blends into the blackness of the
night. Traditionally November is a month of "wailing winds and naked woods and
meadows brown and sere" and all is bleak and cheerless. But there are days when
the sun shines sweetly and the air is warm and soft like that of May; when a red
dragon fly may be seen winging its way in the golden sunshine and an evening
primrose belatedly opens its blossoms in the hope that some still active sphinx
moth might visit it; when a meadow lark may be heard singing one last song
before he sets out on his southward flight.
Reading passages like this sooth my sadness and ease the weariness of this harried and hurried life. Ruminating on nature brings me back to center and brings a deep relief to my soul. Cars horns may honk, the to-do lists may grow longer, the "in box" may always stay full, and the world around me may be a swirling mass of confusion, but stepping into nature whether by footpath or book gives back the peace I long for in so many unfulfilling places.
A wise priest once told me that the best remedy for depression is to go out and look at the stars. I think he is absolutely correct. Not though just solely observing the stars, but any thing in nature. It was made for us humans, nature that is. God knew we needed a place to find refreshment and peace, and He made it so easy to get to. It's as easy as walking out your front door or looking out a window or picking up a book.
So when the Christmas rush is too much and your heart begins to sink as you feel lost in the chaos of the holiday shopping and preparations, take a nature walk with your feet or your eyes. It's food for the soul and makes the march of time easier to bear.