Be Still

Many months ago I booked into an afternoon of painting with Mandy Emerson at Riversdale beach. An artist who offers workshop afternoons. The writing this week comes from delighting in the quiet presence at my daughter and son in law’s bach on Sunday morning prior to the class. 

The clouds are thinning and the blue sky is starting to peep through as the morning brightens. A fresh breeze pushes its way through the crack of a slightly open door, reminding me that it is not yet summer, regardless of the beautiful balmy, warm days of late. 

How everything changes in the light. The gloomy pallor lifts and the vibrancy of the morning light gently nudges the gloom away. Settling with hope and joy for a beautiful day ahead.

The beach to be explored and transversed to the thundering sound of the surf. The seagulls call in playful flight, as dogs and children delight in the sandy wonderland. What beauty there is in creation, the awe and wonder of its perfection. The moon tide magnetic pull of water as it pounds upon the sand, is all orchestrated by a majestic conductor of such precision and power. 

How beautiful these rhythms of nature are and how well they minister to the heart, mind and soul. How the rhythmic pull joins in the frequency of our own rhythm, orchestrating us to play as one harmonious note in the symphony of creation.

So connected are we to these forces of nature that we do well to re-connect as often as we can. Whether the frequency of the sounds of birds and breathing bush on a nature walk, or by rivers, streams and sea, we need to breathe in the air, tune into nature’s chorus and walk in the rhythm of this incredible planet, created for us.