Just Being There

Joanna Macy writes that until we can grieve for our planet we cannot love it—grieving is a sign of spiritual health. But it is not enough to weep for our lost landscapes; we have to put our hands in the earth to make ourselves whole again. Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair.

Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass

As I write this, threatening clouds have moved in. The wind has picked up and the trees are waving those arms adorned with new green leaves. I pray that it rains. I started the morning at a coffee shop, then moved on to one of the natural areas to journal and get in a walk. I’m one of those wandering souls always heading out the door, the wanderer who is committed to the adventure of seeing new places and discovering new things¹ A quote the book Eternal Echoes by John O’Donohue. The wanderer cannot do that from their easy chair. I’m aware of my desire to spend more and more time in the company of nature. I find joy just being there.