Flying to the light
Flutter and surround
Evening and dusk
Butterflies wanderlust throughout the day
Everyone loves their gay colours
Visiting each bush and flower
The Moth favours the dark
All the better to see the light
Even as it burns
Soft furry body
Drop to my hand
You’ve changed my mind
Others can go chasing butterflies
But like the moth
I’m drawn to the light
Rather than the bright
And the subtlety
Of brown and gold
Be like the stone
All the better to carry on
Subconscious speaking to me
Peel gently your sticky legs
From the palm of my hand
Dark eyes huge
Thank you, little spirit I understand your lesson
*yesterday evening while I was wandering through my garden I was stunned to see a Hawk Moth as big as a small bird with a long proboscis extended into a Petunia. It hovered gathering, searing me with great pleasure at this unexpected visitor.
Later as my husband was in the middle of unloading about his day and we were walking towards the house, there it was again – this unusual moth dipping its nose in a flower in the large terracotta tubs along the path.
I pointed him out – interrupting my husbands flow. He too was momentarily charmed. Taken out of his troubles by this amazing insect who was just going about his business.
It was literally a “stop and smell the flowers” moment as we stared enchanted at this vignette of nature.
As thinking beings we are so often consumed by thoughts scenarios, constructs of the mind.
We become blind and disconnected from nature.
I have always found wildlife documentaries fascinating almost magical. Time and again awestruck by nature.
As a child I was intimately connected with the bush around me, often roaming for miles through the scrub with my dogs.
I was always happiest out in the bush, often bare foot. I would wake in the morning absolutely busting to get outside.
Yet we forget
Lately being immersed in my garden, both inside and outside (I have an extensive and growing collection of houseplants) I have become once again connected to the natural world.
It is deeply healing.
Whether it is one pot plant or a patio full of the them, a garden plot or just several herb pots. Nature is always available to us.
Connect, discover, heal. Now, more than ever we are being called to reconnect with source.
One plant at a time – let their subtlety draw you in and rest for awhile in the healing power of nature.