There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
~George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage
too often I forget that right outside my door is the medicine to soothe my overwhelm, infuse my spirit with a feeling of absolute freedom and connect me to my muse.
it really isn't even that I forget...i just get caught up in a cycle of DOINGNESS until I STOP and reevaluate and remember the need for BEINGNESS...
This morning I took a long, lovely walk on the beach, alone.
My purpose was not to exercise but just to wander,
to feel the sand beneath my feet and WONDER.
I noticed the marks made by the little pippies (clams)
and the way the clouds filled the sky in ripples.
and how the water split the sand in tiny rivulets
I noticed the tiny pink shells along the tide line and the curled edge of the seaweed speaking to me in salty chartreuse. I smiled at everyone that passed me by and they smiled back and I felt GOOD.
It reminded me of the day I took myself on artists date,
all by myself,
all day long,
at first feeling lost and a little overwhelmed by the BIGNESS of nature, and then, over time, settling into my own smallness within the beauty and wildness of the landscape,
hearing sounds and dreaming the landscape with my hand and pen
I played with the rocks
and bought them home along with my memories
to inspire new art
and new beginnings
How do you find inspiration in Nature?
I'd so love to hear your stories....
until next time!
lots of love