I’ve just got back from spending a week in the Drakensberg mountains, a place which always inspires and moves me with its profound beauty. This time in my walks I took special note of the wild flowers in the area. They taught me something which is extremely difficult for so many of us to accept.
Each flower I looked at seemed so secure in its own expression of its beauty and structure. Diversity offered no threat. What struck me even more was that in some cases they were virtually hidden from sight, yet continued to exhibit their bloom and grace. They didn’t need to be seen to be at their best. Their natural beauty simply flowed from what they were meant to be, where they were, whether seen or unseen – true to themselves and to what they were meant to be, without any praise, or affirmation, or recognition from elsewhere.
In them I saw an identity absolutely at rest and at peace. Can you imagine, for one moment, feeling like that, where all your strivings to be, your performances, your evaluations and desired recognitions suddenly come to a halt, and you are perfectly still and at peace simply communicating the uniqueness that is you.
What joy! What relief! What peace! I suspect the more natural we are, the more real we become.