The Beauty of Heart-Nature

The utter of a Buttery, the swoop of an Eagle, the cry of a Hawk, the step of a
Panther.....the natural world is littered with sound, smell, voice and movement. There is
synchronicity, uidity and timing that is innate. You could say its instinctual. Nature is
made up of that which is physical and tangible and yet there is a mysteriousness to
nature. The rhythms, the cycles, the synergy of dynamic movement and change that
humans are yet to master. Why is it that when you retreat to nature it calms and brings
us back to center? I have often asked myself this question. Nature with all the intricate
details within a web of multiplicity is coherent (has order), is harmonic and aesthetically
pleasing all at the same time. All is taken care of. Birth is followed by great abundance
and death by recycling again for the great abundance to be restored. What is offered is
always given back. There is enough for all creatures. It seems that each creature is
guided by their inner knowing of their habitat and what they are permitted to do. Every
lament delicately combines to bring ecosystems together. Enlacing the different
species one to the other, in a cooperative dance that affects one, the other, the all. The
microcosm sending a ripple effect to the macrocosm which in turn feeds back to the
microcosm. A veritable biofeedback loop that is more complex than humans
understand.
They say that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, this may be true, however, beauty is
the ability to see with an open mind and heart. It is more than seeing the outside, it is
more than seeing colors, shape or form. Beauty is seeing with the heart. It is not
seeing with emotions, for emotions cloud true beauty. They murky the waters. Beauty
from the heart is about letting the heart see without the ego. Without the mind dictating
and nding meaning. For when we dictate and interpret we lose that moment of beauty.
We limit it with our thinking, we send it up in smoke. The smoke signifying the beauty is
lost. Lost to the thinking mind. You see the thinking mind can only see what it knows,
the heart sees differently. The heart senses the essence of beauty. As you look at a cat
and examine the cats beauty. You see the chiseled features of the face, the familiar
shape of the ears, body and snout. The coat its colors. Perhaps you touch the soft
silky fur. With the thinking mind the experience stops there. When you engage the
heart and we look deep into the liquid eyes of the cat....therein lies the beauty. For the
beauty is in the windows to its soul. The eyes observe you as you observe them. They
move, they are alive. They are real. They are not a gment created by the mind based
on the expectations and knowns of feline shape and behavior. They are alive. They
show depth, feeling and being. Nature is reected in the eyes of all creatures. The
reection from their perspective, their ecosystem, their experience. They show us
through their experience the beingness of the natural world. They express it collectively
in their species behavior and individually through their personal stories. For stories are
a way to share feelings, experiences and beingness. Stories are the way we
understand the world around us. Stories are a way of life. We hear them, see them
and feel them. They are rhythmic, uid and dynamic. To each of us they are real.
Nature has her own collective story. As do the individual creatures within each
ecosystem. We identify, categorize and label creatures, owers, plants, stones, soils,
bacteria, clouds to help our conscious minds to make sense and add interpretation. We
have forgotten the inaudible sounds, rhythms and uidity of the natural world. They
seem illusive because we are clouded by the labels and categories and the expectation
that behavior is xed. They seem illusive because we see what we want to see and not
what is. They seem illusive because our minds are xed on the known. They seem
illusive because they are until we are still, silent and calm. Until we sense, feel and
allow the rhythm, cycle of coherent ow of nature to pass through us. Until we look into
the cats eyes with respect, without pushing and pulling, without force. In this way the
beauty of nature will unfold before us as a blooming ower, it will share its inner beauty
with us, with you.
Next time you go into nature, be still, be calm and wait....what do you sense? Let
nature teach you a new way of being....listen with your heart.
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