Nature altar... a place to be quiet.
Why is it that a bird's nest, a pine cone, a pretty rock can make me feel peaceful, happy and hopeful?
Why can these things; found in nature, feel like church to me?
Why is it that when it's been much too long since I've walked the woods, do I feel so-out-of-sorts?
Why is it when I see a hawk, an eagle, or an owl; I feel as if I just saw a spiritual being?
When I was growing up, my backyard led up to a wooded area... my own little forest. I spent countless hours out there: exploring, collecting, wandering and thinking up in my tree spot. My friends and I played many fun games in the woods. Everyone had a case of posion ivy at one time or another, except for me.
My dad use to tell me that I should live in a tree. I held a protest when the tree in our front yard was about to be cut down. It took my dad over a hour to pry my arms from it's trunk. My protest and tears was in vain... it was chopped down.
Now that I'm older, I wish I had my own little forest again. When we move from this house... my #1 must-have for a new house will be; my own little forest. But for now, I'll have to settle for my nature altar, my yard, and frequent trips to the nature areas for a nice long walk. The only thing in nature that I don't appreciate are mosquitos. I know, I know; they have their purpose.