Sunday, October 17, 2010

Language of the Land

I find my way home using the signposts of nature- looking for the tree whose roots have been cut back away from the road, the canopy of trees overhead and a long steep hill climbing up to my drive. As I step out of the car, I smell the pine trees in the yard and notice just as our tongues give voice to our words, trees with their rustling leaves, give voice to the wind. As nightfall comes on, the sky blacker than I have seen in a long time, I realize I can see the stars shining brightly, twinkling a message in Morse code. Taking notice of all that nature offers me on this rural piece of land I now live on, I slow my pace and become determined to learn a new language. To hear and understand the messages of nature.



What an insightful and thoughtful post. Your journey to learn the language of nature will be rewarding in many ways. Inland Island is a good book about a woman that got in touch with her home place. -- barbara

Darcy said...

Thanks for the book suggestion Barbara. I own a copy of Inland Island and just haven't found the time to read it. Looks like now would be a great time!