This morning I stood on the back deck for my nature meditation. I watched my breath moving through my body while listening to the songs and cries of the birds, and as I did so, a gentle rain began to fall. I felt I was being tenderly caressed by nature.
When I came inside and looked at some artwork, I noticed how the details of the work came to me with great clarity with little effort of attention applied to the task.
By bringing my subtle awareness into play with my senses available– by breathing mindfully while beholding the world with my senses– my senses had become more acute.
I went outside with the camera to take a shot of one of the crabapple blossoms, and a visitor arrived, tenderly caressing the blossom.
It is sage advice, what William Wordsworth has said:
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
The Tables Turned