I have this thing with nature … I see things.
Like the shape of a love heart in the sand grown wild out of seagrass.
Or a baby being held in the womb grown as part of a tree.
And this one, a love heart shaped out of rock.
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The rock is divinely carved, weathered by time, rain, wind, people’s feet and car tyres ~ this piece of cracked limestone is part of a dirt road on our farm. The road was carved with bulldozers a century ago and the rocks have been rolled and pummeled by a road grader hundreds of times. Yet there it is — perfect.
Obvious.
I don’t know how I spot these things.
I don’t actively seek a shape in nature.
They come to me.
I stumble into them, walk over them, drive past them.
I have found a smoothed heart-shaped pebble in the beach sand.
And dust on my car windscreen shaped into feathered angel wings.
A few weeks ago as clouds moved across the night sky, illuminated by the moon, I saw a cherub with trumpet shaped by the space between the clouds.
I am constantly in awe.
But is it a coincidence?
Or does it have purpose? A message?
Does it matter so long as it has meaning for me?
The next time you take a walk, a drive or simply sit and inhale for a while what are you noticing in the art of nature all around you?
Warmest Renee
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