Today I was talking to a good friend of mine who has been going though some tribulations. There are times in our lives no matter what we seem to do that the events in our have a way of dragging us down. My friend commented that what actually lifted him up and over the much of everyday life was some poetry. They were in fact a collection of haiku. It was art that lifted up his soul and refreshed his spirit.
I too find that art has the power to lift me out of depression. Art has the power to wipe the stains of life clean as I search out inspiration from the world around me. I am surrounded by concrete; therefore, sometimes the only nature I am exposed to are confined to terra-cotta pots. The largest recent inspiration comes from the skies above.
Today it came in a garden at a Buddhist temple. I find it so relaxing that after a day of work to wander through this temple on my way back to the station. Today a pair of large trees, with gnarly roots captures my soul. I, of course, had passed them hundreds of times, but today was different. I stood and watched them.
Some goldenrod also caught my eye as it was jetting out from the edge of a canal. The earthy yellow pollen may be aggravating my allergies, but the colors are so soothing to gaze upon.
It is these little encounters with nature in an urban world that make my day. I hope that others out there can reap the benefits of being in tune with the natural world around them.