When you think of nature, what comes to your mind? Take a moment and think about it. Maybe you hear some birds singing, some trees blowing in the breeze. Maybe you see some light sparkling along a river. Maybe you see ice covering mountaintops, fish darting in the sea, tigers charging across the Sahara or caterpillars inching along a bright green leaf. Maybe you feel the crisp caress of autumn air, the hot sand sinking beneath your feet, the pelting rain or the crunch of snow. Now think about the fact that all of this activity is happening now, all around the world. So much activity. Impossible to measure.
In any frame of nature at any point in time, activity is bustling. It may be overt as a flock of seagulls diving for fish or as unassuming as a seemingly empty field of grass. But a closer look at the field reveals a teaming of activity. The insects are bustling, the seeds are sprouting, the elements and nutrients are dancing about in their chemical exchanges. The symphony of activity is the bliss of nature. The Earth that never sleeps appears as a peaceful blue green sphere.
Compare the gentle chirping of one cricket outside your window to the wash of hundreds of crickets chirping in a meadow. The wash of activity is the serenity of nature. Nature is not the business of half-hearted pursuits. It is the height of bustling activity. The interrelated bustle is nature’s peace.
A waterfall crashes down upon rocks. Its immeasurable power is its deep peace. Its magnitude is its health. A bee collects nectar from a sun soaked flower. Its purpose and competence is its joy.
The two ingredients that make up nature’s secret sauce are activity and relating. No animal, plant or amoeba ever forgets this to be primary. Activity is happily married to a sense of purpose. You simply don’t see a woodpecker taking no interest in trees. Relating is the activity, and interrelating is the many activities coming into harmony together, like the wash of crickets in the meadow.
The light of spirit is too bright to go unrecognized. A dolphin leaping out from the sea is a triumph, a celebration. A little proud bird on top of a pine tree is the universal anthem of self belief, backed by the power of nature and its bustle of activity.
Spiritedness is without limit. Deep peace is without limit. These things are one and the same. In the heights of joyous activity and movement come the deepest feelings of peace. The wash of a cricket meadow is the electricity within you. You only need to tune in.