I’ve been reflecting on nature, deepening my relationship with it for about a year now. I’ve thought about forest fires, marshes, overcast days, rivers, and more. It all points back to a core revelation that there is majesty, perfection, purpose, and order even in spite of, or perhaps because of, the chaos, the art, the seemingly sporadic events.
And secondary core revelation: I am a part of that. I am a part of this same nature. Those observations apply to me, to my life. There is so much more than what meets the eye. There is undiscovered purpose, not only in the major events – the babies born, the cities moved, the jobs changed, but there is purpose in the tiny and seemingly insignificant. Those tiny things weave together, they paint a picture. And the search for the picture that’s being painted, the waiting for it to unfold, the searching for goodness, can kick you in the butt and can feel like an enchanting love story.
Nature, the wild, that which we let be, when thoughtfully observed, can remind us, teach us, and bring us better in touch with the glory and accessibility of that purpose.