Conversing with Shelby about her gardening and other things, she helped me realize an obvious thing I am sorely lacking which has contributed to my overall (um, should we say) whiny-ness.
See, some people have god, God, the Buddha, Allah, you name it, they have it. I am one of those that has nature. The slap of green, soft earth, lightening, rain, sunlit leaves, rolling thunder on a summer afternoon, wind that energizes and breezes that soothe — you know, Nature. And in order for my spiritual self to wake up and take part of the world around me, I need (yes, need — not want) those natural elements. They are a core part of me.
And no, I’m not saying I have to go Thoreau on everyone and live in the wild. I just think that some tranquil time with some grass under foot helps remind me who I am. Shelby seems to think that I can just roll by it all on the train en route to teaching, and yes the poppies, the Italian cypress, the green fields and hills and all the excessive beauty is great to see. (OK, great is an understatement. I really need to be pinched at times.) Still, I think I need the actual contact. So, my project for myself is to try and make the time for a physical encounter with Earth at least twice a week.
Find you bliss and share at will.