For the past two days there has been a lady bug on my laptop. I let her, or him walk across and stay upon the device just to understand what message she/he had brought me. I already knew that Spring had arrived more than one moon early, but what I did not realize was that the fly away home part of the children’s rhyme is perhaps part of the message that I am supposed to be listening to.When I first began to listen to the world around me, especially the natural world, I knew not the language of the spheres, nor the language of the trees, nor did I understand the rumblings and grumblings of the Earth or the bubbling voices of the river, stream or rivulet. Even now it may require intention and from time to time, whether I like to admit it or not, I ignore the great gifts that the world around me offers without thinking. Most often my ignorance comes at a dear cost and if I just take the time to listen to the ancient ones, speaking their unique language, my days take on the richness of the ages and I gain insight beyond my own experience.
Some may call my ooga-booga “games”. I think that it is not. Some “pray” to a lord, or Jesus, or whatever Gods and Goddesses they have come to know and understand. I prefer to think of my conversations with the places and creatures I encounter as building relationships. Think of your own feelings, if a dear friend would only come to you to implore you to assist them, or who would lavish praise on you for things that you could not help doing. I’m pretty sure that those relationships would become tiresome pretty quickly. The power, or energy that flows through me when I allow the messages of Earth, the Sky, the Water or any of the creatures who co-inhabit Starship Earth with us to flow through me is every bit as important to my own path as sensibilities and awareness of spiritual issues are for others who believe, in their own way, things that are quite different from what I understand to be true.
The biggest difference between my own beliefs and those of others, as far as I can tell, is that within my own world view, the results of actions based on our beliefs are far more important than the beliefs themselves. I have never heard a tree complain about the strength of a rock, or about the fickleness of the wind or the rain. I can’t even say the the language I have learned from listening to the environment includes concepts such as could have would have or should have. I have never heard a tree say, “I wish I had grown over there!” Every element within nature has a great deal to say, if we take the time to listen. Choosing to have a relationship with our co-inhabitants, our co-creators of life demands that we use our propensities, our abilities and our insights to guide and inspire others to their own best possible realization of their unique nature.
My work here on the planet has included helping to raise more children than I can count, most of which were not even my own. My efforts to plant as many trees as possible has inspired not only the next few generations of children, but many of my friends, family and readers as well. I do not offer this as a boast. Much like nature that inspires me, it is just my way. I do what I do regardless of the cost, without regard to the effects. I will continue to do what I can. I humbly submit to the will of my guides and the spirits of whatever place I inhabit. It may sound odd, but the less attached I become to my own desires, my own creations, my own perspective, the more clearly I see the actions I take as reflections of my own true nature.