The Supernatural in the Natural

12 08 2008

Marya at A Spell In Wales has been discussing this phenomenon recently, through the medium of Welsh poetry. In her inimitable and evocative style, she brings to life a Wales long gone, but with us in spirit, never far away, liminal and almost tangible, but removed from us physically, never to return. It is a tantalising picture.

When we’re flying around like paper kites, getting in the way of others and having others cross our paths, we feel stultified, despite the extreme speed at which we’re travelling. REM put it well; ‘…so fast, so numb that you can’t even feel’.

Tess over at Anchors and Masts has written a great post exploring the premise that if you don’t believe you will see beauty, then it is forever a closed door to you. You need to know what you see contains beauty, to feel it in your heart, and to seek it out. She writes:

“…you will not see beauty unless you believe in it. If you believe you will see ugliness and despair, then that is what you will see.”

 How right she is.

Even the unluckiest of us has the chance to see green things growing, see ancient architecture, see water, watch the weather. These are the very most basic elements of the divine in the mundane that we can avail ourselves of. And perhaps, they are the elements to which we should turn if we ever forget what it is we’re about. The building blocks, if you like, that form the basis of the bridge between our everyday lives and the realisation that we live in the midst of a miracle.

Look closely at the perfection of the rain on a leaf; think about the ages and the rain and the peoples that have come and gone around the oldest building in your town. Feel the years in the rocks, and at the circles and in the woods. Know you’re part of it; you don’t own any part of it, but rather, it owns you. We do not ride on the back of this world, it carries us because it can.

The worlds that went before, the worlds embodied in other languages and prayers, are there for us to feel if only we can shut up for long enough and allow the impressions to sink in. Fast, numb, and missing out. Such a world out there, all for the stopping and listening!




3 responses

13 08 2008
Abdur Rahman

Peace Green Witch,

I can relate to this. Nature is just as much a revelation from the Divine as, in the Muslim case, the Quran is.

Who could not be moved by the beauty of trees, or by the sound of running water?

13 08 2008

Thanks for the link, and I’m glad you enjoyed the post.

I remember that in one of Marian Van Eyk McCain’s books – I think it was Lilypad List – she recommends investing in a good quality hand lens (magnifying glass) and taking it with you when you go for a walk. She describes how through it, even the most ordinary and smallest flower is a miraculous microcosm of everything sacred.

13 08 2008
The Green Witch

Salaam, Abdur. I agree. But we so seldom take the time to look at these things. ‘A revelation from the Divine’ – so well put.

My dear Tess, that’s a brilliant idea. I shall get one for me, and a sturdier one for my little boy, and we can go out looking at things of wonder together.

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