Nature is a Spiritual Teacher

Nature, Creation

Let Mother Nature sing, whisper, paint or speak boldly to you today.

Nature, creation

Regardless of the season, her essence is timeless!

Creation, Ocean, Nature

Nature, Flowers, Wild Flowers

Nature, Birds

Mountains, Nature


Mountains, Nature

Nature, Elephant, Sunset


Poetry of A Summer Twilight Clear

Summertime, Poetry, Full Moon

Image Credit: Sheila Brown

As summer winds down and as the days shorten, if you live in an area where nature sings it’s daily and evening songs, you can’t help it when you are moved to momentary silence. It’s such a beautiful thing.

A Summer Twilight Clear

It came upon a summer twilight clear
I sit, surrounded by peace surpassing all understanding
I watched the birds retreat to their treetops
as a rambunctious squirrel scurried for his last evening acorn
strobing fireflies sparkled momentarily aglow
I looked upward towards the south eastern sky
and saw the face of the moon smiling in full brilliance
I smiled back and whispered all is well with my soul.

© Kym Gordon Moore

Nature Never Stops Teaching Me Life Lessons

Nature, Banana Trees, EnduranceWhat has nature taught you lately? Last week, I knew I faced a daunting task I was procrastinating about for a few months now. Last fall my husband and I dug up the banana trees planted around our deck, covered the roots and stored all of them in the crawl space under our house for winter.

Well, we replanted two-thirds of them the first week in April this year and after being so pooped and achy from a days worth of replanting, I left the balance of them in the crawl space to trash on another day. Well, needless to say, I kept putting off this chore and finally decided that they had to go before the 4th of July got here. Although I tried to give the trees away, people are not as fascinated by caring for banana trees as I am. So everyone declined the gift.

Banana trees, Nature, EnduranceOn June 27, I put on my gardening gloves, fought the creepy crawlers and colony of spiders (Ewwww) that slowly scattered when I opened the crawl space door and I stood there looking in a state of shock. Yep, I was amazed that in the darkness, trees began to sprout perpendicularly and busted through the plastic bags that the root of the tree was housed in. Totally freaked me out. I cut the host stalks off and discarded them, but kept the new sprouts as you can see from the photos.

I suppose these youngins taught me a lesson about growing in the shadows of death valley. They showed me what it is like to keep ‘going’ and ‘growing’ where you are, even when darkness and hopelessness surround you. When the host stalk appeared to die, their roots of endurance continued to thrive, perhaps at a slower pace, but nonetheless, their perseverance under duress made me examine myself under similar spiritual conditions.

Sometimes when situations look hopeless, when you suffer oppression from injustice and abuse, or when grief strikes you so violently that all you can do is moan, as easy as it may feel to just give up, wither and die, that is the very time you never give up. That’s a tough thing to do, but yet a very courageous decision to make.

I am reminded of two things from this experience with these baby banana trees: the poem, written by Jane Eggleston, “It’s in the Valleys I Grow” and a quote someone gave me when my father passed away, “Bloom Where God Plants You.” The older we get, everyone will go through an “in the valley of the shadows of death” experience; some more extreme than others, but this is a test of resilience and individual fortitude that we claim victory in spite of.


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I love sunrises and sunsets. I love star gazing and watching the brightness of a full moon pierce a midnight sky and humbly say “Wow!

On Saturday, April 22, which ironically was the celebration of Earth Day, I began opening up the blinds to the windows facing East. I looked up and saw the last phase of the moon still visible, yet so close to the direction of where the sun was beginning to rise. Huh?

I have never seen the moon this close to the trajectory of where the rising sun was going to travel in the morning sky, so I took a few snapshots, although the presence of the moon was beginning to fade in the background. I have no scientific explanation of this celestial placement, although I know the sun and the moon are nowhere near each other. As I quickly took to pen and paper, I had to stop. It was as if a force made me halt when I walked outside.

I breathed in the sights, smells, sounds, flavors and textures of this new day. In my silence I heard many types of birds singing their little hearts out, the splash of ducks playing in the water behind our house, geese squawking as they flew overhead, strands of newly woven webs glistened in the morning light, new buds on my rosebush were readying themselves to burst open at any moment now, a new leaf began to emerge, stretching upward on one of my banana trees and the nonchalant curiosity of squirrels doing what they typically do was happening in my backyard. I saw circles rippling through the water where fish were wading below its surface.

For a moment, I briefly thought about what I was going to do today on Earth Day, and quickly realized that I was already doing what the flora and fauna, the birds, insects and other critters did every day. Creation doesn’t need a special day to celebrate what it is, in all of its beauty. For this I am glad. For this, I say “Wow!”

The one thing that does pain me is our blatant human disregard for the very thing we are the caretakers for, and that is for all of Creation. We are to protect her, because she will flourish and provide for us accordingly. So often I wonder, when weapons of mass destruction (nuclear, assault weapons and terroristic bombs) are deployed, has it not occurred to everyone involved that there is a ripple effect that reverberates from the point of contact, no matter how far away it may be? Its demolition scope of travel through the air and within the earth absorb the shock, and can spread throughout the earth like a wildfire.

What are we doing to the world? What have we done? These simple thoughts come to me from simply looking up this morning and witnessing the final phase of the moon so close to the full effects of the rising sun. For this late breaking moment, there is nothing else to say, except “Wow!

Celebrating the Earth

Earth Day, Environment, Nature, From Behind the Pen

Image source: Divine Organics

Our world is full of life, but it is in trouble due to the destruction we are largely creating. Do you believe climate change is real? I certainly do, simply from witnessing opposing seasons interlocking at some point with each other and on the other side of the world, glaciers are melting in temperatures way below zero.

Earth Day is on April 22 and is the world’s largest environmental movement. Since the first Earth Day on April 22, 1970, more than 1 billion people now participate in Earth Day activities each year, with a focus on education, public policy, and consumer campaigns.

This year’s campaign is “Environmental & Climate Literacy.” Learn more about how you can get involved and take action to eliminate pollution, planting trees and tending gardens, curbing greenhouse emissions or to help power the movement. Visit the Earth Day Network.

Poetry for the Day: Spring Song by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Spring Song, Spring, Paul Laurence Dunbar, PoetryIt’s official! Spring is here! Yay! To celebrate its arrival, we are featuring this beautiful poem, “Spring Song” by American poet, Paul Laurence Dunbar.

Spring Song
By Paul Laurence Dunbar

A blue-bell springs upon the ledge,
A lark sits singing in the hedge;
Sweet perfumes scent the balmy air,
And life is brimming everywhere.
What lark and breeze and bluebird sing,
Is Spring, Spring, Spring!

No more the air is sharp and cold;
The planter wends across the wold,
And, glad, beneath the shining sky
We wander forth, my love and I.
And ever in our hearts doth ring
This song of Spring, Spring!

For life is life and love is love,
‘Twixt maid and man or dove and dove.
Life may be short, life may be long,
But love will come, and to its song
Shall this refrain for ever cling
Of Spring, Spring, Spring!