Passing Close By Nature

Posted by on March 23, 2013 in Inspiration | 12 comments


robin-croppedWhat is it about close passes with nature, with life in that wild form, the one which so enthralls us that such memories are ours forever? There was the robin that stood at my feet while I raked leaves the other day, just standing there a foot away looking at me, walking along with me like two old friends. Why was that so quieting, so inclusive? I thought.


Then there was the snowy owl of years gone by, who sat just 2 yards away on a fence post as I leaned on the top rail. He screwed his head in their 180 degree twist peering at me, every feather gleaming, white as the snow that lay at our feet. Me, I wondered, How do they stay so clean and polished-looking? He, uncluttered by thought, bored that fierce golden glow of those eyes into me like a burning brand, not a hint of concern dimming their wattage. Power, was what I thought next, what power snowy owl-sizedcomes from having no doubts.


One morning at the far end of our farm where the land had forgotten it had been tamed by cultivation and boldly merged with the neighboring bush, its headland dotted with small trees taking back their domain, it happened again. That time the liaison was with a daddy Black bear lumbering along the bank across our narrow creek. We saw each other at the same instant, me frozen in my tracks; he rising up on black bearhis hind legs, staring. As my eyes cast about the once burnt off landscape at trees no thicker than my wrist, I remember distinctly what I thought, Oh… shit. Maybe he wasn’t hungry. Maybe he felt no threat from me. Maybe that is the more natural response of the wild world—to live and let live. When he dropped to the ground, padded to the creek’s edge and slid in, then I sensed his utter comfortableness with his place in life. Wow, I thought, what would it be like to live like that?


Never have I seen in the wild something to which I attached the word ugly, or boring, or unkind, or useless. Interesting, eh? Have you too, from time-to-time, felt like the outlander in a world where all other life forms fit so neatly? Perhaps that explains the depth of the haunting memories our fellow brothers and sister of nature stir up in us when we pass close by, near enough to hear the siren song of their unencumbered, untroubled spirits. Do you recall a personal encounter with nature which amazes you still? Come share it so we can all get closer.


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  1. Hummingbirds are all around our house. I was lying in my hammock just this afternoon, settling into a much required nap while the kids played basketball in our court. I dimly registered a sound to which I’m sure my ancestral cat-ears twitched me awake. The beautiful cobalt-breasted hummingbird was hovering right above my head, which lay on a very colorful pillow. Our encounter only lasted a few seconds, but in those few seconds, no other sounds existed but relaxed breathing and life-beating wings, and no other sight was visible beyond that bird. Was it a dream? …..sure felt like it.

    • Christina Carson

      Perfect, Mary Kathryn. I don’t think it was. They are the cheekiest little beggars and I love them. I can see him checking out this sweet lady lying there in her hammock.

  2. Lovely post, thanks for sharing your close enounters-with-Nature memories, they’re beautiful! And indeed, you’re right, such memories are beautiful, uniformly so, one may well wonder why. Going back to our roots? I guess that’s what it is, so comforting!

    • Christina Carson

      I do believe you described it aptly, Claude,even more than we all might imagine. We don’t have fur or feathers but we do have at our core the same energy of life with all its power, spontaneity and beauty. They help us remember.

  3. Love this Christina – nature has so many lessons for us doesn’t it? I remember standing at the beach watching seagulls hover. I asked aloud, “How do you do that?” A seagull turned around a flew back over my head and hovered. I swear it said, “Like this.” I thanked it and it flew on. One of those precious moments …

  4. Christina Carson

    Well I just raced the computer which was giving me a countdown to restart, and guess who lost? So I start again. I love your story. And at this point in my life there is now doubt that it was exactly as you experienced. For years, greatly fearing that I might fool myself, once I began to grasp the awesome power of our conditioning to hold us fast, I rejected anything that felt like wishful silliness concerning the responses of animals and nature. Then one day, Dali, my awesome Komondor, sat me on my butt with an exchange even Doubting Thomas couldn’t ignore. So then I opened to them, and I love hearing these stories as much as any. Thanks, Beca, for this wonderful one.

  5. Beautiful. Reading here is always like a walk in the lovely woods, or tromping through the pastures on a ranch. Love it!

    • Christina Carson

      So good to see your smiling face again. Come walk with me anytime.

  6. I live on the edge of a forest so everyday nature greets me. The sounds now that it’s spring are glorious, no need for a radio here. Thanks for your thoughtful post

    • Christina Carson

      Delighted you stopped by. Ah to live by a forest again. But yes the birds in particular – such a wonderful sound. Thanks for sharing your world.

  7. I had a beautiful experience of nature symbolizing transition the other day and shot a super-short video of it. As I was uploading the video an hour ago or so, a link to your blog post showed up (via Google+). How magical is that? Here’s the video:

    • Christina Carson

      What a wonderful bit of serendipity and how good of you to share it with us all. I love visuals as much as words. Thanks for taking the time.

Thoughtful comments are always welcome!


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