Nature the perfect balm to all your worries

Life has been pretty hectic the last month so have not had a second to write. Many thoughts slipped over each other and disappeared into the vast sea of consciousness, never to be expressed. How many times have we had a beautiful thought, an observation that desperately wanted expression but due to absence of an audience or a willing ear, it just fades away into the mundanities of day to day living. What a pity. Wish I had a recorder embedded in my brain to save these thoughts..

Normally my husband is my confidant, my sounding box who has to listen to my every thought but he is so busy of late that it seems criminal to disturb him with a passing thought.

When I used to be younger and life was less complex, I would retreat to the water tank at every opportunity. I would sit with my back against the wall of the water tank and look at the senset and converse with the gods. I have always believed that if there is a God then he resides in the sunrise and the sunset. Such beauty could only be possible by the master artist himself. And what would surprise me is how original each masterpiece would be..no two sunsets are the same. Sometimes the sun is in a hurry to slip away from the world and all its weariness and some other days he takes his time, painting a myriad colors on the canvas of the sky. As the skies were streaked with tongues of fire and the horizon took on an orange haze slipping into vermillion and then finally azure the stars would suddenly make their presence known, one by one. Isnt the fact that the stars are always there in the skies but visible only at night a classic example of Maya- an optical illusion.

The other sight that never fails to calm me is the sight of the waves crashing on the shore. I can sit for hours on the beach and listen to the sound of the sea. The sight of the frothing waves, the sound of the mighty walls of water beating down on the shore can drown every worry every sorrow and make your issue seem so insignificant in the general scheme of things. Issues that seemed mammoth in proportions can suddenly shrink to oblivion when we see things in proportion. The problem is that when we are in the issue it is quite like the frog in the well. The issue assumes collosal propotions and significance and threatens to blot everything else. However nature has the ability to set things back into perspective, to help us realise that we are only a small part of the great scheme of things.