we have the cackling call of the wise old crow and the warbling whistle of the persistent loon, to remind us of that....
we are not alone. we have the magnificent trees, our sisters, limbs outstretched in a forever welcoming hug providing shelter and shade and authentic beauty just because they can, to remind us of that....
we are not alone.
we have the near-unbreakable rocks and stones pregnant with resiliency and raw grit, bathed in curious colors from the spark of life; pinks, mauves, apricots, greys and deep brick reds, to remind us of that....
we are not alone
we have the playful wind and sky weaving her many moods and contradictions, orchestrating the elements while caressing our skin and kissing our hair never abandoning and always constant, to remind us of that....
we are not alone.
we have the vivid green grass full of ***** and willpower, fearlessly embracing its bold freshness and seasonal rebirth, chanting: "live boldly in THIS season in THIS hour in THIS moment because the only constant is change!" to remind us of that....
loneliness is not a place but a perspective. not a feeling but a thought. not a reality but an illusion.
nature is our constant comrade showing up every single day of our lives, regardless of the weather - to not only breathe life into us but right along with us.
she is us and we are her, as we destroy her, we destroy ourselves as we show her reverence and respect, we show reverence and respect to ourselves, and our Creator.