Returning to Nature

About the Art:

A being sleeps in the forest at peace amidst the sheltering trees and plants, she blends in undisturbing free with her owness. Simply being without effort. Beneath her the Golden Ground of everything is a holy holding bed emanating warmth. Wisdom and Vision perches on her body, guiding and protecting. hoo hoo, hoo hooo echoes quietly through the forest.

The feelings that arose as this piece took shape felt to be about letting go, relaxing and returning to Nature, the family of the forest, the plants and other creatures are home. The etheric atmosphere exists in subtle quiet peace and beauty. Just being one's natural self is Nice.

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“ In Blackwater Woods” By Mary Oliver

Look, the trees

are turning

their own bodies

into pillars

of light,

are giving off the rich

fragrance of cinnamon

and fulfillment,

the long tapers

of the cattails

are bursting and floating away over

the blue shoulders

of the ponds

and every pond,

no matter what its

name is, is

nameless now.

Every year

everything

I have ever learned

in my lifetime

leads back to this:the fires

and the black river of loss

whose other side

is salvation,

whose meaning

none of us will ever know.

to live in this world

you must be able

to do three things:

to love what is mortal;

to hold it

against your bones knowing

your own life depends on it;

and when,the time comes to let it

Go.

to let it go.

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“The Peace of Wild Things” by Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my childrens

lives may be.

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the

great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

Who do not tax their lives with

Forethought Or grief. I come

into the presence of still

water.

And I feel above me the day- blind stars

Waiting with their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am

free.