When we can’t take a few steps away from the back door and sit amongst the trees and hear their whisperings, feel the yield of soft ground underfoot, take some deep healing breaths, we are robbed of something necessary to the very health and sanity of our soul. We must leave this clattering, modern world behind us for at least a few moments a day, though an hour is better. It’s no wonder those of us who dwell in cities are stressed. We can get alone, we can pray, but God knows that sometimes nature is a healer like no other.
We need it to remember who we are, regain our place in the world, the universe. Something in us needs to look up and see mountains towering to the heavens, hear the groan of giant boughs sighing their prayers to God, our own voice joining to it. We need to hear it carried along to the four winds along with our worries. We need to hear the cleansing wash of the ocean’s roar through our soul and feel it rush over our bare feet. We need to learn to fly a kite again.
We need to remember our smallness in this universe and God’s all encompassing greatness, and in the remembering to feel the height, the depth, the love He has for everything in His creation. “One God and Father of all, who is over all and through all and in all.” Ephesians 4:6
When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.