Mother Nature contains the elements of Air, Fire, Water, and Earth, something which we see in motion all the time – gentle breezes to furious storms, changing seasons to minor temperature variations, and dust to downpour.
She dazzles us with her abundance and bounty, holds us within the circle of life, and terrifies us when she unleashes her destructive power. There seems to be nothing she cannot do.
The second passage from the Dorothea Mackellar (1885–1968) poem, My Country written when she was 18-years old, sums up my own love of Mother Nature (and country):
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!
Depicted below is a photograph taken under a canopy of trees. T’was a moment in time where I honoured the ebb and flow of Mother Nature. I gazed up to the canopy of trees dotted with sky blue, smiled and with outstretched arms, spun wildly around, and around, faster and faster.
I then sat down and waited for my brain to stop spinning and my eyes to regain focus – such was this moment in motion.
From spinning under the Her canopy, to a gentle meandering stream making its way to the pond. Can you hear the trickling and burbling of the water as it cascades over the rock?
These are but two of Mother Nature’s Moment in Motion.