I am so happy. I am a seedling. My two leaves feel the warmth of the sun. I am in a forest, with many other trees. I call them my friends. I have grown much. I love being a tree. People don’t ‘see’ us. But I have my friends, that makes me happy.
Ohhh… there is a fire! Many of my friends are burned but I am still alive. People come and cut down my burned friends. Now I am all alone. I miss my friends. I feel so very sad, so very sad! It makes me sick. My leaves are turning brown and dry.
The tree doctor comes. He says that I am sick. Then they cut me down. Now I am watching from high above. I miss being a tree. I loved it.
The soul who was this young tree, is now a woman. One day man came and cut down the trees in front of her house. She became emotional and cried. Not knowing why…..
Someone made a comment to me recently saying, “I would be happy when Humans can go back to Nature.” I’ve been pondering this for days. When were Humans told they WEREN’T Nature? Where did the concept of separation of man & nature come from?
Did it come when they put shoes on our feet to stop us from grounding with the Earth? Did it come when they put fake hair, nails & make up on women to say our natural appearance was not good enough?
Did the separation happen when they gave us “concrete jungles” to live in and packed us in metropolis areas that seemed like a step up but really were cages? Did our separation come in when the Internet began chaining us to desks and time clocks ticked away?
At some point, while you sat in your office looking out the window didn’t a reminder come?We overlooked the bird as a simple thing. We took butterflies and bees as just “insects”. We took trees for granted as just sources for paper. We took the grass as an annoyance to mow.
But where did those ideas come from? Was it all the perverse system that we were born in to? Or are we also to blame for allowing the eyes that God gave us to become glazed over for material objects and a false sense of “success”.
The man or woman who can go out on a hike and be met by the Sun and know that it’s the Creator’s presence should be the success. Not the man with Millions sitting at a lonesome desk.
The man or woman who can share a bond with an animal and understand the emotions of that being is a success. Not the conglomerates that are built off slave wages and humans backs.
The man or woman who can be alone and in the quiet and feel the Love still beating in their chest EVEN AFTER this world has tried to destroy it; THAT’S THE SUCCESS WE ALL SHOULD STRIVE FOR.
But at no time, through any of these situations or circumstances do I recall anyone saying to us, YOU AND NATURE ARE NO LONGER 1. Because every tree, drop of honey, body of water, blade of grass and animal all came from the CREATOR MOST HIGH. And so have YOU!
Satan has been so busy thinking all of his tricky ways and traps were going to prove that we all would turn away from God. And while many have accepted the way things are… A vast majority has AWAKENED to SEE the Illusions.
But part of SEEING is also RECOGNIZING that the Creator has been awaiting you to look up, to feel his presence and remember the “Foot Steps in the Sand”. When you think he has left you…. He was really carrying you through the Valleys.
For that, a Spirit of Gratitude needs to come upon us that are still here. We are still standing. We are still Awake. We are still Alive as a Collective and as a part of his grand design.
Man/Woman are still a part of Nature. And Nature is still a part of you. Just open your eyes a little wider.
People oftentimes tend to walk or run or hike or chat to another as they move through nature. To really embrace the medicine of nature, try stopping and consciously, intentionally, merging with an aspect of it that appeals to you. Be that a tree, a river, a view, a flower, an animal a cave, a rock etc. Let go Into its stillness, its wildness, its adaptability, its natural rhythm…… and become one. Even for a moment. You are it…you are nature. Remember that. All it takes is a little bit of imagination, some conscious deep breathing and a good dose of willingness.
Like an enforced hibernation, many of the beehives on La Palma in the Canary Islands were buried under volcanic ash after the Cumbre Vieja erupted in late September.
These six hives were situated just 600 meters from the volcano. When they were finally dug out from under a meter of ash on Nov. 6, rescuers – who suffered a sting here and there – found that five of the six hives had survived, with hundreds of thousands of bees undoubtedly happy to see blue skies again.
They had sealed themselves in by creating propolis, a resinous material with which they plugged any gaps, and were able to survive on their food reserves, as the owner had not yet collected the summer honey.
Bald eagle nests are generally 5 feet wide and 3 feet deep. The largest recorded bald eagle nest 9.5 feet in diameter, 20 feet deep and weighed almost 6,000 pounds!
Went for a walk on a trail off the old scenic hwy. I found some tufts of fur and a heart rock. Arranged it and said a prayer gifting it back in a good way to Mother.
Strolling among the Standing Ones I stopped and what do I see? A heart rock, and the word “friend” someone left behind.
Continuing along the way I found some orange peel, moss, a cool leaf and some wonderful smelling fallen branches. Branchlettes? Haha. So beautiful out here! Arranged them, said a prayer and walked on, feeling happy.
May it bring a smile to all who pass.
That song “don’t worry about a thing, cuz every little thing is gonna be alright” started playing in my head.
Such sweet moments, presenting themselves to me.
Found a cool stick and some more pretties. Arranged them and said a prayer of gratitude for the sharing of such wonderful things with me.
Here, I can smell the sweetness of the fir trees. Smells fruity.
Found some leaves that were just veins. And some more fur and a couple empty snail shells. Another opportunity to say a prayer for life.
Check this out! Reminds me of some sort of rune or magical symbol. It’s wood.
It’s been said that the natives used to bend the young trees like this to “point the way” for travelers. I did not put the note there, but was very happy to see it.
I saw a young woman and man walking swiftly and I stepped aside to let them pass. He was walking ahead of her and it looked like she was just trying to keep up. I thought to myself, stop, and look at something sweetheart, let him go. She totally missed the beauty of the flowers blooming.
Walking along I saw this tree. It appeared to be a dead tree but the wood was still quite solid. I wondered what might have done this damage to it. Perhaps a bear? Were they looking for bugs? I did not see any claw marks, just little bits gnawed off, all about the same size.
I stood between these two beauties for a time, one hand on each.
As I exited the trail after a lovely 2.5 hours in the forest I came upon more fur. I arranged it and said a prayer to Gaia for her beloved furry friends, and mine …..
As I left, I wore a smile. My countenance was extremely peaceful, still is. Gaia has healed me more times that I am even aware of.
I love her so much.
And she loves us.
Here is a compilation of the beautiful flowing waters.
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