After three days of intense commentary and speculation in the media worldwide about the bomb discovered in a cargo plane en route to the States, the story dominates the headlines still usually in a negative, fear-provoking way. It could be said that the perpetrators have achieved their aim of maximising publicity for their cause and existence.
It has left an energy of fractiousness and uncertainty, compounded by the political upheavals being experienced in America as the mid-term elections come close. It is easy for these tensions to impact us personally almost without our knowing it is happening. For me, the best way to put these external events into perspective is to allow Mother Nature to soothe me.
If you read my thoughts regularly, you will know that I have the good fortune to live in a place where natural life is abundant, and I hope that when I write of this beautiful environment my words will take it to you and your heart also. It is not exclusive to me, but is to be shared. So, let me share last night with you, the Celtic festival of Samhain now known as Halloween, the night when the spirits of the dead can mingle with the living.
It was a clear, starry night, not cold but very still and quiet, a night when the rustle of a shrew in the undergrowth could be heard even over the gentle roar of the nearby river waters cascading over prehistoric rocks. A few late bats were flitting over the ponds in search of moths that glittered like jewels in the starlight, while newts and frogs played in the aquatic undergrowth forgetting it was time to be hibernating. A little-owl sang out from the wall behind me where I sat, and two barn owls sailed through nearby trees like silent ghosts. I was an irrelevant observer, graciously permitted to be there. Past, present and future mingled as one as the spirits of all that has ever inhabited my home, or will do in time to come, allowed themselves to be felt.
This was the rhythm of nature as it has been for hundreds of years and will continue so to be for ever. There may be some adjustments along the way but the power of life, of nature, of Gaia cannot be stopped. It is greater than any of us. If being human becomes a little dis-heartening from time to time, allow these higher forces into your life, even if it just for a half hour of reflection, experiencing or remembering. It truly is the greatest blessing.