I’ve had a couple of very quiet days with little interruption and time to just be, thing, write, play music and talk to you. And also to meditate which I love. I’ve walked in my garden where we are still sadly trying to tidy up after a recent tornado and there are huge gaps where there were magnificent trees. I love the trees and I’ve been sad to see then destroyed, but yesterday I looked at it all quite differently.
In the spaces that have been created there are little saplings growing already – just a few weeks later. There were birds picking around in the undergrowth that perhaps haven’t been able to get there before. There’s new life. And even though I still look at the old stumps and the trees still standing but with huge limbs missing, I thought of my other home in in Zambia and how, there, nature regulated itself with fire. Sometimes even while the land was still smoking, the impala would tip-toe in and nibble about finding tasty things they usually couldn’t find, and they’d fertilise the land as they went and in a brief while – sometimes just days, even without rain, new shoots would come up and , though the landscape was different and took a little while to get used to, it was so beautiful again.
As I stood yesterday just looking and meditating I thought that this is what’s happening to the world. And though the tornado feels destructive, just like the fire, there will be after it, a different landscape, I’m sure, but also new growth that will be beautiful. But I also thought of the fact that each of us eventually makes way for the incoming souls who bring with them a new beauty and new possibilities. So… I’m struck this morning by the never ending cycle of life and have hope in my heart with spirits restored.
Much love to everyone
Brenda
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