How often do you look outside the windows of your house? If you are a blogger, probably plenty as I see many a beautiful photograph of gardens, snowdrifts, and window-framed landscapes. In these winter months it is not often enough that I let myself be called to go out that door and not be a mere onlooker, but an integral part of that outside scene.
For me, spending time outdoors is nourishing to my soul. I stop and stand and absorb all the swirling maelstrom of experience that is happening outside even when it appears to be still. From the swaying of trees, the deep browns, taupes and knobbled silver of their bark, to the sound of the hush between bird chirrups and the way grasses lean this way and that.
“One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.” *
This time of year, in my garden and beyond, the fresh green shoots of spring bulbs are urging their way upwards through the soft rain drenched loam. There beneath our muddied boots, is a living symbol of hope, an annual dance of yearning to inspire our own human possibilities, if we would only take the time to see it.
*quote by Ulysses, from William Shakespeare’s Troilus and Cressida, Act III, sc iii