“The only way to reach the supernatural is through nature.” Arnaud Desjardin
My husband and I went to church on Sunday…at different times and different locations but the same denomination…we both worship in Mother Nature’s sanctuary.
At 6:30 a.m. today, Jim left for the eagle’s nest in Brecksville. There he communes with like-minded worshippers/photographers who share their knowledge and appreciation of Mother Nature’s creations. They stand together at the river’s edge, cameras pointed at the eagle’s nest, trying to capture these amazing birds flying, perching, hunting or feeding their young.
I chose to go to the sanctuary of my own backyard at 8:30 a.m. There I dug in the dirt, added compost to soften the clumps, sorted out rocks and piled them decoratively along the edges of the beds. I talked to the worms, marveled at the pregnant spiders skittering every which way and carefully watched the yellow jacket as it checked out my pants. I said warm hellos to the joggers, dog walkers and church goers in cars.
I planted impatiens and creeping phlox, all the while basking in the soft silence of the morning: save for the birds heralding the new day with their songs. I watered and fertilized my new plants, welcomed them to my garden and thanked them for gracing my home with their beauty. I promised to care for them and help them to grow.
Filled with the peace of the gentle sunlit morning, I left my outdoor sanctuary to come inside for breakfast.
Jim’s worship lasted much longer than mine. He returned at 12:30 with stories and photos of the gifts he received from Mother Nature this day.
A holy start to our day and week.