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following true north
ponderings along the path
Do you believe that nature can communicate? Why not? Maybe not in words but in a peculiar type of sign language. After all, the flower kingdom has a highly developed sense of color consciousness. Blossoms develop exactly the perfect hue they need to lure their favorite pollinators (very fashion forward, right?) And, as any gardener will tell you, plants have a variety of physical expressions to communicate their needs. I swear, my Rhododendron knows how to look absolutely pathetic when it needs a drink. (please click on read more below)
The visual language of nature is all around us if we look closely. I may not have cracked the code, but there is daily research to be done and I figure - why not? So, I watch the trail those tiny ants follow across the sidewalk with such dedication. I am totally charmed by the daily unfurling of the fern leaves behind the pond. I examine the patterns in the spider's web in the corner of the garage and with my fingers I trace the gullies that have formed after a heavy rain at the bottom of the downspout.
Maybe, it's not all random. Maybe it is nature's way of talking to us. It could be that what we see is meant for us alone at that very moment. Unique to us. For our eyes, our ears and the touch of our fingers only. And if that is true, then I totally love the possibilities it brings to my life.