Nature is a powerful teacher. If we ever wonder about a divine intelligence, we only need take a look around us and get our answer. The variety of plants and color, the chatter and song of birds, the amazing fullness of a ripe tomato, the soulful eyes of a basset hound, say so much. Whatever my issue with life is humbled by the presence of a garden and the living things that inhabit it. I see life in its unfoldment and am reminded repeatedly that my silly complaints are exactly that — silly.
Nature as do animals heal. I am convinced on both fronts. They also comfort. Healing can express itself in many forms. It is not always the elimination of an ailment; it can often be comfort in a time of great pain. Take our dog Sophie. She laid beside her prior owner throughout his illness, never leaving his side. She came to us after his death, but her story gave us insight into her nature. It was natural for us to adopt her.
When I walk thru the garden, I am awed. By the rebounding of plants which I thought gone, by the red bloom on a white iceburg rose, by the hummingbird tasting the sweet nectar of a Mexican sage bush. When in doubt about our lives, all we need do is take a walk in the splendor in our own backyard. It will tell us we are not alone. In fact, it will tell us we are blessed.