Queen of Wonders

The grass. As green as the leaves around it, the world a dreamy fantasy. Footsteps in the mud splatter onto each delicate stem of colour. Leaves fall weightlessly to the ground as though a death in a dramatic Shakespearian tragedy. The world around you is like a mass of unorganised colour- splattered left, right and centre. It has gone from being a dull, grey, black and white world of rushing and stress to an avalanche of colour- greens, browns, blues and even pinks swarm around you. From the forest floor to the bluest skies your eyes are opened to the world of beauty you have been missing. Twigs snap on the floor. The streams, bright, clear and each trickling bead of water free and flowing more enthusiastically than the last.

Your breath in the fresh air is like a hug. You run. Nothing is chasing you. You run to your freedom. Over every bead of grass, through each bush, across every wide field. Leaping over streams, climbing over tress. Life is yours. It’s your adventure. Your freedom. The sun is rising behind you, time forever in pursuit of you. The green of life is welcoming you into its embrace. Insects watch you as you gallop freely through the wide-open space of the world where humans are absent.

Kneel and dip your fingers into the stream, let the fresh, untainted water lick at your fingertips. Hold the rocks at its base and feel their smooth body against your rough tainted self. Let mother nature remind you of who you are. Take a tree into an embrace, feel the body of the leaves and hear the twitter of the insects that watch you, as if waiting to see what you will do next.

Hear her hum and tweet as her nature is alive, let her beating earthy heart take away all your pain. The cool breeze on your face, fresh waters on your lips, twigs and leaves beneath your feet, crunching, crackling.

Don’t you feel it, you are more alive now. The colour opened your eyes, her smells discovered your mind and her silence, her beautiful delicate noises discovered your soul. It is time to be calm and sit in timelessness .

Run free, take hold of what she offers you and leap at it. Run through her fields and leap onto her trees- climb them and sit atop her branches looking out at the world she envisioned for you.

Digress. Go to her shores and sit beside the sand, its fine beads against your flesh and its soft touch to your flesh. You cannot ignore the crash then calm of the ever-tumbling waves as they dance back and forth along the shore with a blue tint, reflected from the sky. How each grain of sand contributes to the body of the bay- its rise and fall.

Listen to the zen and almost meditating ‘om’-like hum of the sand and the shore. Lay there on the sand, be calm, be zen, take in the salty tingle of the sea’s stench and let it cleanse your sinus and your palate.

Sit up, take off that tie. Sit up from your desk, tear your eyes from your screen. Take only yourself and do not mind the people who stare. Leave. Take in some fresh air and stand alone, with the world, for even just a moment. Let her and all she is love you. Feel all she is around you, take it. Just that one moment. Free yourself from your routine obsession and run with the animals, chase the stream, leap over the bushes and through the grass.

Its yours. Take it.