My love of Mother Nature is one of the most important loves in my life. It sustains me when I am sad. Speaks to my soul when I least expect it. And is one of my main connections with my Higher Power. My intuition. The Universe. God. Over the years I have surrounded myself with ways to heighten my connection with my Earth Mother by being more present, more observant, and creating a tiny paradise out of my yard that is inviting and comfortable and safe for the creatures with whom I share it.
Just last week we discovered a baby bird while Doug was mowing the lawn. I was in the house when I heard Doug calling my name and when I got outside he was standing there looking down. On the ground, at his feet, and just inches from certain death at the hands of the lawnmower sat a noisy, insistent, baby bird. I looked around for a nest, for his mama, and found nothing. My instinct was to save him. So I reached down and the little guy ran as fast as his little legs would take him, flapping his little wings in an effort to fly. I laughed and finally was able to scoop him up and cradle him in the palm of my hand. After a minute or so he stopped struggling and settled down. He was soothed by my voice and snuggled in. All I could think of was Dr. Seuss and I wondered if my new friend was thinking, “Are You My Mother?” He was clearly hungry and I had no idea what to give him. My intuition moved me to get a fresh strawberry, mash it up, and offer it to him. He gobbled it down as best he could, clearly loving it. I was in awe of this little miracle. I watched him and tried to picture what he might look like as an adult and again, my intuition kicked in and whispered, Baltimore Oriole. Sure enough, after checking with Google, I found a picture that looked just like him. Still, I had no idea how to care for him. So I called my friend Joan, a wildlife rehabber, and she came and took him to her house to care for him. He is doing very well and will soon be able to be released. This little guy brought such joy to my heart. My connection with Mother Nature personified.
All around me I find these kinds of reminders of my connection with the Universe. Saturday, I was driving home from food shopping and as I came around a corner I caught a glimpse of a young doe standing on the side of the road at the edge of a woods. I slowed down to watch her. She looked at me. Blinked. And with two graceful bounds, disappeared back into the woods. I wondered if she had a fawn waiting there.
This morning, I stepped out on my front stoop and breathed in the cool, moist air. The sun was up, promising a gorgeous day to come. As I sent up a silent prayer for such a stunning morning I heard a loud humming noise. Suddenly, right in front of my face, a ruby-throated hummingbird stopped and offered me the gift of his breathtaking beauty before flying over to the feeder set up in the garden just two feet from the stoop. He drank from the feeder for not more than 20 seconds, but it felt like another miracle from my Earth Mother.
From the time I was little, a love of the Earth and its creatures has been an integral part of who I am. Even though there have been times when I was pre-occupied with other things, I have always known the importance of getting back into the woods, or walking along the ocean, even weeding my garden as a means to soothe my soul and connect with the essence of life. I thank my parents for sharing their love of the earth with me and pray that my kids feel the same. Thank you God for another beautiful day.