At the back of the yard where I live, there is a split rail fence that divides wild unfettered nature from the much more groomed human-pleasing world. Woodlot, vines and wildlife on one side, lawn and house with people on the other. On this late winter morning, a harmonic collection of bird songs just over the fence, silence on the other.
The wild joyful party happening just over the fence coaxes me to come join the fray. To let go of what holds me in place, controls me, and allows me to live in a silent world devoid of animal wisdom to guide me. There is much to be learned from nature on how I should be living my life. I just need to learn its language.