The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely, or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As long as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow … And I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.
When scientists talk about theories of physics being elegant, what is often meant is that a theory is able to explain a wide range of phenomena, using a very small number of powerful ideas. The elegance comes from the tremendous reach of these few simple ideas.
There is a deep and humbling lesson in the way of birds. Their wings grow and stretch and span patches of air. First tentatively and then with confidence, they lift, they pump, they glide, they land. It seems, for birds, it is the act of flying that is the goal. True, they migrate and seek out food, but when flying, there is the sense that being aloft is their true destination.
An intimate relationship with the environment is built into the human psyche. Historically, nature, mountains, rivers, trees, the sun, the moon have always been honored in ancient cultures. It’s only when we start moving away from our connection to nature and our selves, that we begin polluting and destroying the environment. We need to revive these attitudes that foster our connection with nature.
Does water have memory? Can it retain an “imprint” of energies to which it has been exposed? This theory was first proposed by the late French immunologist Dr. Jacques Benveniste, as a way of explaining how homeopathy works. Benveniste’s theory has continued to be championed by some and disputed by others.
One afternoon in the fall, my husband and I were walking through a parking lot with our four young children, on our way to a video arcade. As we got out of the car, we noticed that above us were a formation of beautiful birds everywhere, hundreds of them! We stopped to watch. It was a cold day and people were rushing in and out of their cars to get to where they were going. Some would look up for a moment and then go back to their business.
Some years ago, with the help of two equally concerned women, I ran a modest Great Dane rescue operation from my home. Ten dogs passed through my hands in one year. Each dog had its own history of abuse, or neglect. One dog in particular was so emaciated that every bone in his spine pushed though his skin from the base of his neck to the top of his tail. He couldn’t even be neutered until he gained weight. He was nearly fully grown, unruly, and wild.
Looking out from our lunch spot, you could see the mountains of the sacred valley - Pitusiray, Chicon, and Veronica - their tops covered in glaciers and snow. I sat in the warmth of the noon sun soaking in the beauty and listening to the laughter of the other journeyers who also had paper plates perched on their laps. My simple but delicious meal consisted of fresh avocado and local cheese on a home-cooked flat-bread roll, picked up in the small village we had driven through earlier in the morning.
A sunflower, for example, looks the same as any other sunflower; its visual rhythm is always the same: an outer circle of golden yellow leaves, an inner circle of dark brown bushy matter. You could find out the exact mathematical calculation for reproducing a picture-perfect copy on a computer. So if you took a photo of a sunflower and loaded it onto your computer, what is visually displayed on your monitor has a mathematical and scientific calculation running behind it. It has its own rhythm.