I will never forget this picture. Two weeks prior I had been through one of the most painful times of my life...a total hip replacement.
The agony of that surgery was just the beginning. Recovery is often more painful and challenging than the immediate procedure itself.
On the particular day that this picture was taken, I had begged my mom (who lived 7 long weeks with me taking care of her bitter, confused, angry and depressed child) to take me to the beach. I had only experienced my apartment and a couple of breaths outside my building and it was driving me crazy.
I am a nature girl. I thrive on sunshine, fresh air and the beauty of God's work.
I was not supposed to walk on sand but I knew in my heart that I had to be there. I felt like I was dying a little more each day the longer I stayed disconnected from the Earth. As you can see by my reaction, instantly I was transformed.
My heart was lighter and I felt a healing peace. I can only give credit for my peace to the wild of nature that surrounded me. It was on that beach when I began to find the will to climb out of my depression.
But, this is not the only time I have experience the mighty work of "Wild Things"...
For years, ever since I was a teenager, I have struggled with depression. These days, more attention has been brought to mental health issues which I am thrilled about.
No one should be embarrassed to talk about or hide from depression or associated disorders. When light is shone into the darkness, then the darkness can be healed. The strongest people to me are the ones who face the shadows.
I guess that makes me pretty strong. I have a lot of shadows.
One of the tools I have for climbing out of the darkness is surrounding myself with the wild of nature...with the animals, the trees, the oceans, the stars, the sand, the mountains, the wind and all the other surprises that leave me in awe.
Recently I have encountered more and more individuals who have lost this healing space of nature. The world is running too fast for everyone, and by the way, no one will ever catch up.
It's time we slow down...and we can.
Today I wanted to share with you a poem that reflects the way nature has so brilliantly saved me when I was sinking. May you be reminded that there is something out there waiting for you...waiting to heal you, to slow you down and give you peace.
The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
With Love and Hope,