Voices of Nature

Nature is always "talking to us", there is a new story happening every day, listen.

Nature has a voice;

it is not just the birds singing

it is not just the trees whispering

it is not just the creek babbling.

There is a story going on every moment of every day. Watch the clouds as they form, are they light whisping, dark grey and thundering? Are the clouds white and puffy with back lighting to cast illumination or a silver lining? Sometimes the clouds can hide a mountain or let the light shine through. Once I was told, the blue hole in the clouds where the sky shines through is a place where the Angels in Heaven can look through like a window to keep an eye on us.

Hiking through an area in the forest that has burned from a fire several years ago, has a story to tell. A forest fire is natures way sometimes of creating a "clear cut" and cleansing of old wood to spark new growth. There is a devastation the burnt trees left tell the story of the fire. Life does go on. Multitudes of wildflowers will erupt in a burned area, brilliance of color to hide the burnt trees. Hiking up the mountain where there once was a thicket of trees with branches and needles to shade the mountain has left the once meadows dried and dusty. But, the majestic bold mountain was also hiding in the mist of the trees is now exposed and standing tall. Yet, the clouds can play a game of hide and seek with the mountain as

powerful as it stands.

Listen to the wind as you listen to the whole story. Wind can be gentle and refreshing or forceful. Today the wind told a story I had never heard before. Blowing through an area with the remains of trees standing, there are no branches dancing, no needles rustling. Instead almost a horror of the story of the fire being told. The burnt poles where trees once stood with some hollowed out and in different sizes and lengths are like the pipes on wind chimes creating different tones as the wind whips up and down the piped burnt tree towers. Some dead tops creaking, but the hollowed out sounds chiming leave a distant sound of almost voices and cries. Maybe the spirits of the life in the trees and the animals that have died in the fire are howling spirits?

Then there are always smells, have you ever stop and inhale the intoxicating sweet aroma of a Ponderosa Pine? There can be sweet butterscotch, maple or even vanilla. For me, the memories are triggered from childhood of Big Bear. A happy place where I played among the trees and the forest of Ponderosa would release the sweet smells. What about the smell of dirt when a Summer rain begins?

There are many voices and stories of Nature being told every minute of every day, you just have to open your senses and listen with the soul.