Nature has a way with restoration
with piecing together the pieces of me
that have begun to pull apart
Stepping into a world of green
the interconnectedness of bough and root
remind me that no part of ourselves
can be lost from the whole completely
Silent steps on fallen pine needles
usher me into a place of contemplative quiet
where no burden of daily routines can find me
Why is it that the sound of rushing water
doesn’t make me hurry?
Why does the blast of racing wind
set my heart to still?
I think we have become so talented at crowding our senses
senselessly
Filling our minds and our hands with various forms of distraction
from the beauty that most deserves our attention
Anxious thoughts can’t keep company
with the tranquil breaths I breathe
My worried mind is finally clarified
when focus is paid to sure feet and steady hands
There is healing in the body seeking higher ground
as if heaven is somehow a tangible opportunity
rather than a far off, distant dream
And what enlightenment there is in realizing this side
can sometimes see holy too
In the promising curl of an infant vine
In the assurance of a rock that still stands so still
In the sacrifice of a fallen, sheltering limb
In the delicate bending of light between darks
Nature has a way with restoration
with piecing together the pieces of me
that had begun to pull apart …
but somehow knit me back together
Be well friends,
Elle