‘If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy,
if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you,
if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand,
rejoice, for your soul is alive.’
~Eleonora Duse
Live in a state of gratitude for our Earth.
Nature’s abundance flows to those who adore and honor her.
If you must worship something, make it GREEN – the green of nature.
Fight against Mother Nature at your own peril.
Everything ebbs and flows. Learn to flow like the waves.
Look for Magic everywhere. Expect it. Watch for it.
Love heals most wounds. Love it all, every moment.
Honor every season of the Sun.
Dance with the rhythms of the Moon.
When things are shaky, scary or chaotic, go to ground.
Allow the Earth to hold you and support you.
Pause every day and listen to Nature. Wisdom abides there.
Each animal and plant has a wisdom of its own. Look for it.
Beauty is all around us. Pay attention!
Foment joy wherever and whenever possible.
Without joy, there’s no reason to be here.
Do not fear death. It is merely another adventure.
If in doubt, dance!
~Nancy Lankston
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Earth laughs in flowers… especially at Summer Solstice!
Summer Solstice normally falls around June 21-22 each year in the northern hemisphere. It denotes the longest day and shortest night of the year. Summer Solstice is the sacred time of the Sun.
Young children understand the potency of Summer Solstice. They roll in the green grass and smell the blooms of summer. They run and jump and scream with the joy of long summer days. They beg to stay up just a little longer – trying to squeeze every last drop of living out of the long sunlit day. Children intuitively understand the power of sacred Sun time.
Go outside and smell the roses at Summer Solstice. Go outside and revel in Nature. Go outside and witness a multitude of life dancing with exuberant joy! Go outside and the sacred abundance of summer will reward you and bless you.
This excerpt from a poem by Rumi catches a hint of what you may feel when you stop to witness the sacred in Nature:
Don’t grieve.
Anything you lose comes round in another form.
The child weaned from mother’s milk
now drinks wine and honey mixed.
God’s joy moves from unmarked box
to unmarked box, from cell to cell.
As rainwater down into flowerbed.
As roses, up from the ground.
Now it looks like a plate of rice and fish,
now a cliff covered with vines,
now a horse being saddled.
It hides within these, till one day
it cracks them open…
~Rumi,
13th century Sufi mystic