Mother Nature Comes to Me
Greetings from the coast of Maine.
I begin each morning in these strange times first making coffee, mindful that the world has changed. Then I settle myself in a comfy chair and have a look at what's come my way via email, social media, and The New York Times.
Early one morning a few days ago, I received a note from a friend that I stared at for a while. It took some time to fully absorb all there was to see. And then I had to think about what it meant to me. It said simply, "We got a baby in the night! A colt!"
It was accompanied by this photo:
After a while I thought, here is nature undiminished in the midst of this terrible upheaval. Unchanged, on her own terms and in her own time, here is mother and child, mare and foal, blissfully unconcerned with the goings-on outside their well-ordered world, and perfect in every way.
It is a gentle reminder that there is hope, that we may take comfort in the knowledge that the wheel keeps turning, and that in the end, Mother Nature will have her way. This too shall pass.
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature – the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”
—Rachel Carson
