Prayer To The Nature Spirits

 

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Photo by Ilya Orehov on Unsplash

The snow is falling as you would expect on an early Saturday morning – with beautiful confidence but in no hurry.  The temperature was around zero and the sun was coming up on the other side of the lake so my dreamy snowflakes won’t last long.  The lake felt pretty dam cold if you put your hand in there.  The air was so clean I couldn’t even find a smell.  The night was still intact along the pebble beach.  A few pieces of plastic and water-ground glass.  Even a few embers glowed in the smoky bonfire from the night before.

From nature we get refreshed and refilled with energy and clarity of vision.

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Photo by Arnaud Mariat on Unsplash

Breathing in  … we welcome into our lives, into our body, nature.  So, with wonder, we want to be friends with you –  the nature spirits.  So, nature spirits, a message   …

Your loyalty to yourself and service to planet Earth is admirable.   Elusive to my mind is how your brilliance happens but my soul knows that accompanying you spirits, in the moment, will grace me, anyone, with your residue.

The clean way of your work is a theatre of the future overflowing with enthusiasm into today.

The gentleness of your attendance to all of us, the variety of persons we are, is appreciated. Picture: The old oak leaning over the path; the littlest rapids bubbling over the rapids in the creek; the wind’s choreographing the canopy dance of maple and elm trunks with birch and spruce branches; the fragrant minerals of mud absorbing fallen autumn leaves – We love how your agility to anchor yourself in any part of nature without judgement enhances wherever you anchor.

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Photo by Alex Dukhanov on Unsplash

Nature … is the melody of the planet’s song.  The fairies, gnomes, salamanders, sparks and sparkles of light quick, quickly are the libretto.  We feel your harmony of this song in the moment, in the place: the lapping waves on the short pebble beach, the creaking tree limbs loving the yoga of gusty winds; or, inside the minute magnificence of ongoing photosynthesis putting to use the energy of the day.