As I sit out on the veranda, my skin drinks in the warm afternoon sun. The wind rushes through the trees with a hushing sound like a soothing lullaby. Two lively robins merrily hop about the garden. They are so sprightly that I can almost hear them chirping the words “Carpe diem”.
I open my book, Wolves and Honey by Susan Brind Morrow, and turn the soft white pages to the first chapter. I picked it up at a book sale ages ago, but haven’t had a chance to read it until now. It seems the perfect companion for a lazy Saturday afternoon like this. I love stumbling across gems like this – ones that give me insight into others experiences and perceptions of Nature. It’s comforting to find common threads that resonate with my experiences of how wild Earth has the potential to move, to touch and to heal one’s Spirit in one way or another.
Sipping on a fragrant cup of rooibos and rose petal tea, and breathe, and read, I feel so centred, peaceful and grateful. There is bliss in the simplicity of a quiet afternoon, knowing that I am giving my soul what it needs to be nurtured.