I accidentally put a rant in here, but it is all deleted now. Sometimes I feel I handle disappointments better if I can garden. It doesn’t have to be actual gardening, it can be anything outside that is quality and quantity of time in soaking up the observations and experiences of God’s good earth.
I believe we have done a great disservice in paving over and engineering so much of our world. We have more need of trees and of wide spaces in the cultivating of man’s spirit than we have realized.
There is calming and anchored sensibleness in the realities of nature that we desperately need.
It isn’t the answer to everything, I am not saying that, but is one part of sanity, it is a seed bed of balanced thinking and inspirational creating. Something is built within the earth, the wind, and the sky, and it speaks to us… the Bible says it tells of God’s glory. Maybe that is the comfort and the awe that we absorb when we are enclosed by something other than manufactured walls.
But even as I say this I know that nature is not all benign, that the walls are our security against real challenges of an uncontrolled and uncontrollable natural world. It is the balance, the interplay of what is there and what we are able to do with it that gives sense to us as we go about our practical lives.
I just think we need more of the “what is there” to look at and walk around in. I am sure there is a wonderful poem that would express it well, but I am going to bed now…..