Blossoms of Peace
by Teri Leigh Teed
On the Eve of Bealtaine on the Celtic calendar, the Greening of the Mountains is in full swing. The winds of change swirl through the newly leafed forests, twirling the boughs like the petticoats of an Appalachian dancer, and raising consciousness. A sea of green for the eyes, and an awakening of the soul.
The first blossoms of the Rhododendrons are here, and the flowering on the higher elevations will soon follow. Small wonder that everyone’s hearts bloom brighter at this time of year. After a long winter, now sunshine and bird songs highlight the day, and cool nights are filled with the chorus of frogs and crickets.
Nature is filled with the sacred geometry of life, which is reflected all around us and within us. Beauty surrounds us and brings joy to our lives. With each heartbeat, we are all joined in harmony: Mother Earth, humans, animals, plants, minerals.
Divine Love surely flows here on Earth. All one needs to do is open one’s eyes to the wonder and majesty that is here on our home planet. The music of the spheres is singing and calling us all to remember we are all one.
So take off your shoes and walk barefoot over cool, green grass. Or sit next to a river or creek and listen to the sounds of the water flowing and falling gently. I love to take a short trip up the Blue Ridge Parkway to Waterrock Knob and gaze at the Smoky Mountains and all the vistas in between.
Welcome the blossoms of peace!
Featured photograph “Vintage Appalachian, Pink Rhododendrons” by Teri Leigh Teed
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Beautiful capture of a rhododendron blossom! Thanks for sharing it!
Your use of the phrase “the music of the spheres” – and encouragement to go barefoot through the grass – reminded me of a favorite hymn – “This is My Father’s World”
This is my Father’s world
And to my listening ear
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres
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This is my Father’s world
He shines in all that’s fair
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass
He speaks to me everywhere
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