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  • Writer's pictureHeidi Nehring

Authentic Space

Nature offers space for one to feel the weight of protective layers one has put on over time. You don’t realize how heavy until you are offered authentic space. No judging. No opinions.

The little sandpiper speckled brown and white did its little dance scurrying back and forth across the sand making tiny feet impressions as it did so. I tried to close my car door quiet enough not to disturb any peace because I needed some myself. Voices carry here. Feelings. Vibes. Essences tend to stay a little longer as the wetland area tends to take everything into its pores marinating everything together. Mostly it’s the sun as it comes up into the sensual blue that changes the feelings and the vibes taking away the heaviness of clouds and wetness that have done their job as well making things clean, fresh, and very green. There are sounds you hear only away from the concrete jungle like redwing blackbirds reverberating cadences like they are on your shoulder in beck and call, back and forth, regardless of weather. Same with the geese. As the sun changes through the myriads of rainbow colors, it makes everything warm from the limbs of Norways to the limbs of humans. The smells and the sounds change as the pines and the ground become tender and filled with ease wafting scents everywhere that candle makers have attempted to duplicate. But one knows the only way to truly experience the miracle of the senses and the potency in the natural world is to go there. Each year I pull my car onto the crunchy gravel, music to my soul, a remembrance of ground and earth. I walk across the sand, the softness massaging my feet, as the fine sand gets stuck immediately in my shoe and I say, “I missed you too.”

Standing at water’s edge, I peer around only to naturally close my eyes to hear everything in surround, recognizing the same sounds within myself as my heart beats through my skin, eventually making time with the little lips and laps of the lake’s ripples. I missed myself and here I remember myself. Occasionally the memories will come back of magical moments. Loons in sunsets. Easter egg-colored skies. The beaver whose big, fat tail I saw dive under the water and I never saw it again. Such are moments of life. And Nature offers space for one to feel the weight of protective layers one has put on over time. You don’t realize how heavy until you are offered authentic space. No judging. No opinions. You can’t help but well up. And you cry. You let go. And like the fresh morning dew, you rise feeling that things have been sifted out a bit to walk a little freer. It’s important to be vulnerable with your own nature. To listen. To let arise what will arise and flow through its course. Yes, scary when you feel it coming, but if you let your form, your natural nature, open pores and perform its miracle, you technically don’t have to do anything, your breath will flow like the winds in time with your heart. The two most important ingredients, beat and wind, heart and lung, as a mirrored lake reflection that reminds you of your value. You are whole. You have purpose, have meaning, and are absolutely loved and cared for by something Bigger. I have learned to lean into this process. It is a practice. Everyday. Eventually it doesn’t become work but becomes Joy to make time for your natural nature. You matter. There is not right time. The time is now.




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