Spring has come here at last in the South West of England, and with it, such an out-pouring of verdant activity the senses can be quite overwhelmed. Everywhere you look, green life is exploding from sleeping boughs that looked so lifeless just a few days ago. Now the woods are bursting with joy - and it makes you feel glad to be part of it, excited for the future and delighted to be included in this gregarious dance of new enthusiasm.
On this stretch of water, the river is sinuous and curvaceous, winding snake-like under the trees, pushing lovingly against the banks and sliding over the pebbles. Peacefully watching its steady progress, it is easy to 'see' the water spirits weaving their magic and taking care of business. When left to its own devices, the river knows what to do.
If we but took the time to appreciate this natural world of which we are forever indebted and are inexorably entwined we might learn something more than valuable. If we stopped behaving as if we were somehow separate, or even above it, we might find ourselves awestruck at the powers and magnitude of creation. If we recognised our arrogance and conceit as the empty shallow, meaningless qualities they are, we might even hang our heads in shame before realising how fortunate we are to be given such an Eden in which to have our human experience. It is SO beautiful out there, and millions of people never even notice - they are deaf, dumb and blind to it, and deny themselves the richness and pleasure of breathing in a space rioting with life. So many live out their lives never knowing what this Earth has to offer, and are so disconnected they cannot identify with the loss of a habitat or the extinction of an entire species - it means nothing to them. No wonder, it is more important to them to drink coke and play video games, than feel real life coursing through their veins when the wind blows and the trees talk. But how can they know, if no one shows them?
What comforts me is that Nature always finds a way. No matter how we try to subdue it, ignore it, mutilate it and kill it - it still gently returns. Always growing, always moving into and out of form with a force that cannot be prevented by such insignificance as the human desire to destroy everything it touches. When we are gone nature will still be growing - when left to its own devices it knows what to do.