We all must lives by our own set of rules and guidelines, established, if not by our own moral efforts, by those we were raised by.
This particular day, I refer to my stint with nature, as we would have it, versus life inside four walls.
The older I get, the more I respect Emerson’s take on Nature, Spiritual Laws, and the like. Just don’t show up inside my house, please.
Like fleas! Do your thing outside, go ahead, but step in, ride in, whatever vehicle you choose, I’ll be waiting for you. This adventure has been one of physical duty, fall cleaning (every nook and every cranny). Every day.
And for those of us who appear to be considered hosts, I’ve got a formula just for you! (See photo)
Try the eucalyptus and/or lavender, the others stand in line just in case (and makes for a better, more agreeable photo). Mix with coconut oil. Slather the stuff on, hah! (Put 8 drops in 16 oz of water to mist on your dogs legs to prevent hitch hikers when going out to play)
While I live in the moment, or try to, I look forward to October and their seasonal disappearance, or at least, hibernation.
Every natural fact is a symbol of some spiritual fact. Every appearance in nature corresponds to some state of the mind, and that state of the mind can only be described by presenting that natural appearance as its picture. An enraged man is a lion, a cunning man is a fox, a firm man is a rock, a learned man is a torch. A lamb is innocence; a snake is subtle spite; flowers express to us the delicate affections. Light and darkness are our familiar expression for knowledge and ignorance; and heat for love. Visible distance behind and before us, is respectively our image of memory and hope.
Who looks upon a river in a meditative hour, and is not reminded of the flux of all things? Throw a stone into the stream, and the circles that propagate themselves are the beautiful type of all influence. Man is conscious of a universal soul within or behind his individual life, wherein, as in a firmament, the natures of Justice, Truth, Love, Freedom, arise and shine. This universal soul, he calls Reason: it is not mine, or thine, or his, but we are its; we are its property and men. And the blue sky in which the private earth is buried, the sky with its eternal calm, and full of everlasting orbs, is the type of Reason. That which, intellectually considered, we call Reason, considered in relation to nature, we call Spirit. Spirit is the Creator. Spirit hath life in itself. And man in all ages and countries, embodies it in his language, as the FATHER.
It is easily seen that there is nothing lucky or capricious in these analogies, but that they are constant, and pervade nature. These are not the dreams of a few poets, here and there, but man is an analogist, and studies relations in all objects. He is placed in the centre of beings, and a ray of relation passes from every other being to him. And neither can man be understood without these objects, nor these objects without man. All the facts in natural history taken by themselves, have no value, but are barren, like a single sex. But marry it to human history, and it is full of life.