In the last several posts I have written about our connections with nature and how they are important for our well-being, for our physical, mental, emotional and spiritual health. I believe that we can learn from observing nature and how, for example, the various flora and fauna found in a forest support and depend on each other. How they are connected and flow together can give us a sense of the significance of connection. In those previous posts I have also written about my thoughts about how our connections are magical and critical to our being.
I believe that we can learn other things from nature as well. In particular I think we can learn from the restrictions that we put upon nature and what we see from nature in response. I saw an example of the response of nature on my regular walk between the office and the coffee shop. There in the middle of the concrete sidewalk surrounded by the metal of a lamppost and bombarded by foot traffic was a gorgeous splash of bright green grass.
It caught my attention and I thought about how marvellous this was. That this grass was growing out of cracks in the concrete. This was an action which was against all odds and happening in an un-accepting and inhospitable environment. Grass looks so fine and soft and yet there it was poking out of the hard concrete, making a statement: here I am, all splendid in my natural green self!! I was impressed!
I thought about the resiliency of this grass, its tenacity and power. The power to take hold regardless of being in non-ideal conditions. It made me notice other examples of where things of nature take hold in non-ideal conditions and seem to thrive.
Taking our lessons from nature I thought about the examples of resiliency in humans who also have to deal with non-ideal conditions and I renewed my appreciation for their struggles. It also made me think about our natural powers to not only survive but to thrive even when we find obstacles in our way. Next time I run into what might seem like a barrier I will think about my new favourite patch of grass in my neighbourhood.
Irene McDermott © 2012