“Mom, please don’t fill our new house with feathers and logs and sticks and stuff, okay?”
“Okay,” I say.
Well, that didn’t quite work out. When you walk in the front door, you’ll find an orangish piece of selenite. A nest with four robin’s eggs, abandoned during the house project, is tucked into the crook of a birch branch where I meditate. A tree stump made into a table. Feathers, crystals, copper chunks I found- rest on window sills. It’s true, it didn’t quite work, keeping the outside out. I brought it in. But the girls have never complained. I think they know, like I do, it is all a reminder of what nature gives us-what helps us to feel spacious and free and wild. What defines beauty and magnificence. What gives us mystery and peace. Helps us feel grounded. I won’t talk about earthing, or energy, vibrations or forest bathing in this post (though I’m very tempted.) I’ll just say that bringing the outside in, is a way for me to honor and be grateful for our living earth. And be reminded of our true home, our responsibility to it, and the family we share it with. Happy Earth Day. www. life-artistry.com
“The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.”