Do you know that feeling when beautiful writing stops you right in your tracks?
This past weekend, a friend introduced me to the work of Opal Whiteley. She is an amazing writer, naturalist, storyteller, and teacher. Her story is tragically misunderstood, but I won't go into the details here. I believe she is a magnificent writer, and I feel a sense of childish glee when I read her work.
I'll share a snippet of her famous childhood diary here:
My prayer is to continue experiencing nature like a child, and to know the earth as a living, breathing friend. When we greet plants, we are opening to a relationship with them. And like a friend, they want to comfort us and help us and hold our hands on this glorious earth-walk.
I'm currently going through an amazing flower essence certification course, and I can't wait to dive more deeply into the healing capabilities of the plant spirits. Reading Opal's work inspires me to keep diving deeper.
I mean, sometimes I can feel totally crazy. You know...talking to plants and such. But other times it feels like the most natural thing in the world. And when I see the healing that results, I let my ego go and surrender to the mystery of the unseen world. It works.
When I read Opal's writing, I feel inspired to deepen my connection to the natural world. I don't feel alone in my childish wonder at a flower or the sky.
I feel like I can just be myself.
If you are interested in more of Opal's work, I highly recommend this book.
And I'll leave you with this: