Summer arrives without argument. It does not announce itself with doctrine, but with cicadas in the trees, birds proudly singing their songs, grass rising after rain, the sunlight and humidity resting on us as if it has nowhere else to be.

In this season, once again, nature is our quiet teacher. So many of us are grasping for spiritual lessons hungrily, when our teacher has been here all along. I call her Mother Earth, or Gaia. She has all the intelligence we need, as her offering to us.

I once lived in a rural north Georgia community, it was like National Geographic Channel when it came to critters surprising you in your own back yard. We had ant eaters eating out large mounds of termites and ant beds. I also recall a large king snake resting in the back yard. His body was like a long triangular tube, and it appeared to be spreading out like a flat tire in the heat. That lesson tells me to relax. Take time for yourself. It’s o.k. not to work for a day, if you are taking care of you.

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