A Priceless Gift From Nature

Learn to observe the world and life as deeply as possible, but each time as a different experience.

I look at my garden daily with satisfaction, as a painter observes his masterpiece, as an example of fulfilling an obsessive dream that will never be erased from the memory of life. It is like sweet touch for the soul, like when you listen to the sea, the waves, when you feel the sand burning beneath your bare feet, when the sun and the wind share your smile with you. At any moment you feel like in paradise. In the face of the greatness of nature, emotion is immense.

But not all that pleases you is meant to last over time, the details fade, the details are wiped out. Sometimes I feel only my soul falling into the abyss, a challenge from nature that pushes me to consider it more and more as being a black hole. Sometimes I feel the miracle of another world, other than the one reduced to man and paradise. Everything that delights me and inevitably fascinates me makes me think, I still feel like I’m part of a novel by John Fowles where I have to make a choice between destiny and wisdom.

One of the flowers in front of my window shows obvious signs of fading. The colors of the leaves have lost much of their intensity, the strain seems to be drier, devoid of life, enough to leave me silent when faced with the despair of an artist when he sees his painting torn to pieces, unable to breath, unable to change anything.

I am not immortal either, and only this unsettling feeling ages me a little. I still want to sip from the blessing of being happy in the middle of a time that passes with too much haste.

Can you enroll in a way of looking at the fragility of an emotion experienced genuinely and seen as the totality of an interconnected world?

On the other hand, lilies, tulips, daffodils, roses, rhododendrons and hydrangeas are in the process of flowering. Observing their gentleness, I approach them enraptured by them and speak to them as naturally as a painter who, once he stretches the color on the easel, expresses his feelings for the landscape captured on a hot summer day.

An artist’s vision is the maximum height of a flower in the garden that prolongs its durability as it is more exposed to natural light. But it can also be a petal of a wonderful flower that the wind takes if it does not contain in it the fullness of the true (spiritual) warmth given by the stability of a feeling cultivated in lyrical fashion.

In leadership, everything begins with the look inside of what’s really going on in front of your eyes, like when you want to see the story behind the painting you would describe anyway, it remains an object that time hurts and robs it of its splendor.

Do not be sad because one of your favorite flowers withers, as if you were a part of its identity, a transposition from the language of nature. Rather, try to feel blessed because you have traveled the distance from admiration to affection, equating to a form of undifferentiation, an attitude of closeness, a strong connection between you and a creation of God that time will not transform into nostalgia, neither into an elegy nor oblivion, but will keep it alive in immortality.

A withered flower is the image of a guiding through the reflections of a reality that cannot be known by the mind, but only of the soul.

A Precious Gift From Nature may be a life lesson from which it is good to understand that everything is interrelated and interconnected, but we often choose individualism and separation from the spiritual things when everything seems lost.