If I’m alone and not trucking a child to her or there or fulfilling a responsibility or en route to a particular destination as ordained by a particular schedule, it doesn’t take much in the way of Mother Nature demonstrating her considerable power and influence to cause me to pull my car over to the curb and just sit and witness her majestic beauty.
You only must devote your attention, if even temporarily, to Mother Nature to recognize when the good Mother is beckoning your attention, to spot that she wants to single you out among the many and gift you her grace. You only have to turn the radio off, stop obsessing about the cup of coffee you have downed yet, or worrying about all the deadlines sitting heavily on top of your head to know that Mother Nature wants to be your guide. She wants to be your confidante. She wants to open her door and expose you to all her surprises and gifts. You only have to pay attention.
This morning, fortunately, I did just that. I pulled the car to the side of the road. I let those anxiously following me pass on by. I rolled the window down. I sat in silence. My reward was witnessing in the flesh Mother Nature pushing with her might the most orange-flavored sun upward over the horizon. Ever so slowly she exposed his heat beauty to my eyes. As the golden ball slowly inched it way on top of the world, it shot massive beams in uncountable throngs over a whitish-gray blanket of fog that appeared so thick and sturdy to me, I swear I could have tiptoed on top of it if I’d tried.
The entire scene put me in another place and time, somehow transporting my mind and thoughts to locations only Mother Nature can escort them. I wanted to get out the car and run as quickly as my old legs could take to the sun. I had a urge to grab it in a huge bear hug and squeeze all it’s warm so that it drenched me. I wanted to swim in that fog, do backstrokes across its waves, and let it float me wherever time and chance deemed appropriate.
Sometimes, Mother Nature taunts me with her power and mystery. She teases me, knowing full well I can never truly understand her endless capabilities or intentions. She invites me to participate in her teachings and wisdom but only up to a certain point before she snatches them away. It’s as if she is testing my commitment, as if she wants to measure the extent of my desire to fully engage in what’s she’s offering. She’s not just going to hand over all of her bounty and treasure outright. That would be irresponsible. She’s only going to expose her soul piece by piece. Sometimes, Mother Nature blesses me while haunting me in the same instant, giving while refraining. I’ve felt these taunts often but accept them as reality.
This morning, though, there was no taunting. No teasing. No suggestive glances or flirtation. This morning, Mother Nature kissed me full on the lips and shot undeniable passion straight up my spine. She caressed, engulfed, and inebriated every last sense. I haven’t stopped thinking about her since. I haven’t stopped thanking her, either.
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