The phrase " Naturality" has been going through my head as I work our land. The garden flourishes with plant and bug, the soil teems with life. Sometimes when I sprawl out on the grass, basking in the sunshine, I close my eyes and listen intently to every sound. I hear the buzz, chirp, rustle, and flick, the creak, scurry and squirm of the natural world.
With each sound, I feel linked with creation, linked with the wonder of new seasons, of beginning again.
Almost every morning, I put my face through a spider web. It often happens when I lean forward to fill the bird feeder or to water my hanging baskets. Sometimes it happens when I walk through the tree forest near the wild blackberry bushes. I usually utter a four letter word (tots!, of course) and shake it off. Part of me nearly squirms out of my skin. And yet, another part of me expands with the wonder of a spider's work overnight.
These moments are my Naturality, my spirituality lived through the abundance of creation, the flourishing of nature, handcrafted in Divine mystery.