I’ve always had a strange feeling that nature in all her diversity wants to be truly seen by human eyes. It’s a bit like us. Every one of us wants and needs to be seen, and I’m not talking about that bright neon egotistical kind of need, but one that expresses our right to be here, and therefore, our right to be seen and taken seriously.
For too long we have lived under the illusion that we somehow exist separately from nature seeing her as a kind of inanimate and lifeless machine which we can control, manipulate and dissect in whatever way we wish.
I just cannot see her in that way. I see myself intricately connected to her. What I do to her I do to myself. When I gaze in to her eyes, in whatever way that may entail, I see life, vast pools of energetic life and I cannot help but have my compassion and sense of beauty awakened by what I see.
I saw the flowers in the image above and below at a Garden and Homes Show some time ago. As I looked at them I knew deep within myself that in their very nature was the disposition to be seen. I’m sure if you really looked at them you’d see the same. They wanted to be seen and affirmed for what they were. The same goes for all of nature.
Let me give John O’ Donohue the last word. “In a wonderful way, the eye as mother of distance makes us wonder at the mystery and otherness of everything outside us. In this sense, the eye is also the mother of intimacy, bringing everything close to us.”