I think it’s pretty arrogant of people to think they’re superior to other living things. We’re all part of nature after all. Maybe it’s just ego , but maybe it’s something more basic and widespread like social and religious indoctrination/orientation that bloat our sense of standing on planet earth.
Personally I trust dogs more than I do most people these days.
I’m not particularly fond of squirrels but if I see one lying dead in the street, my stomach still drops to my feet, and I feel an emotion akin to lose for the rest of the day. Make that a dog or cat, and I retch.
So this morning I’m drinking coffee in my favorite rocker on the front porch watching trees sway in a rather brisk breeze, and my brain starts doing its thing. All of the sudden, I remember having had a light-bulb moment about twenty years ago when I had a moment of absolute awareness concerning leaves. That’s right, leaves. I usually keep a running dialogue inside my head with my spirit guide, so I asked DreamWalker if there was any significance to the presence or sequencing of leaves growing on trees or bushes or plants in general.
It’s not like I can hear any voices or anything, it’s just suddenly I become aware of something or another; and in this case, it was an answer to my question about leaves.
So, leaves are the emotional expression in the plant world, it seems. In spring everything is still a little bit hungover from winter’s sleep but starting to get worked up. By mid-summer, everyone is singing. Fall brings a blush of warm emotion as plants remember carefree days of warmer weather while preparing for a long well-deserved sleep. (Hey, you bake in the sun for a couple of months and tell me how you feel.) Winter is pretty obvious; it’s about resting and restoration.
So this morning I took it a step further by comparing myself to the trees I was watching. And within a few minutes I could see another similarity, this time concerning the seasons of trees. Spring is to a tree what childhood is a person; it’s that amazing time of life when everything is beginning. Bud by bud, we begin to expand the perimeters of our world. Sometimes we find bees or spiders, scary, but that’s only a tiny bit of what turns out to most often be flowers.
Summer is late adolescence through the latter part of mid-adulthood. By then life has proliferated beyond our wildest imagination and we are bursting with emotions, positive or negative. By fall, later life, we’ve grown quite reflective. This is definitely a time of beauty and preparation. By winter, we need more rest so we spend time watching sunrises and sunsets, being thankful or remorseful, depending, and waiting for whatever comes next.
Ahhh, it was a good cup of coffee. And so enlightening.