A visitor for tea!

Gaze at the offering laid out on nature’s table. Sip on its sustenance; it is food for the soul.

High tea, presented by nature, draws the occupants of my wilderness into a communion of fellowship, and the conversation between friends is heartwarming.

The closeness. The deep-throated clicks. The look and the acceptance.

It is in these moments that there is a warmth that builds within me. The hairs on my arms rise to capture the majesty of the moment, the hollowness in my stomach is filled and my heart rejoices in the presence of a kindred spirit.

There was an Owl that talked to me in the garden, a Robin that gardened next to my hand, a field mouse that came to visit and a Dassie that passed its last moments in the shade and safety of an ornamental shrub. Of course, we have porcupines and bushpig that ravage the Arum’s but in doing so, spread the bulbs to bring future pleasures to unknown beings.

Fellowship with nature is a blueprint for life, handed down from the beginning of creation. Partake in its tea, embrace its occupants and be filled with a lightness of spirit.

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Nature’s tiny hands hold on desperately to the last vestiges of the world’s humanity!

Glistening drops of the morning dew are the sheaths of creation. Protecting, sustaining, cooling and reflecting the vistas around them. Sometimes the scenes before us remind us of life’s journey thus far. At others, we see in them a mirror of dreams still to be dreamt.

To be in awe of what surrounds us is to recognise the power of the Creator. And when we understand this, then we must wonder at how humanity is ‘Hell Bent’ on destroying the little that is left.

Yet it is in the unfurling of the hands that memories are released. The preciousness of tiny hands opening up to heaven brings thoughts of mountain mists that hang heavy on my soul. Of open savannah and its space, and yes …. Of a time when humanity was almost human. A time in Eden, and a place in the wilderness and a moment when I was with Him and He with me!

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There are special moments to be had in fellowship with nature.

There are times, when we allow it, where we can feel the peace restored to our souls as we allow the sights and sounds of nature to draw around us in a ‘Hug of the Spirit’.

In the early morning light, there is a glow to the world around us. It is a light that permeates into the very core of our existence, and in the stillness, we can hear the voice calling us. It is a call not only to come closer, but a call to become still and listen to the whisper of the voice of creation.

Once we have heard that voice, there is no other sound that will have quite the same impact on our souls. Whispers in the wilderness of our daily lives are a blessing of nature. A prescription written for each of us as a healing balm.

Feel His presence, hear his voice, bask in His scent and know that you are in fellowship with the creator. Amen

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Dancers on nature’s stage.

Floating effortlessly on the whispers of air beneath their feet, whilst each whisper has a call.

“Come join us.”

“Come on.”

“Come!”

They beckon in the early morning light, softly enticing me to get closer to their stage and to their ballet.

Creation’s ballet! Whispers from a wilderness that calls on us to immerse ourselves in the sanctuary that nature provides.  Here we can be an audience of meditators, prayers and worshipers. To watch and contemplate our Creator.

I find solace in nature. But it is nature’s words that are my mistress. They fill my imagination and my being. Nature allows them to be formulated into tangible script, and they become my “Wilderness Whispers.”

Join me for another year of imbibing on nature’s bounty, gifted to us as our own soul food. Walk with me on the trails and trials that lead through the recesses of my faith. May nature’s words and images bring you comfort as you find the time to dwell on Him. Amen.

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Put a little fire in your faith this year!

Sometimes our Faith needs to be tempered like steel. Heated and beaten into the shape required.

And in the tempering, the sparks fly.

Nature gives us so many examples of how we can temper our Faith. Sometimes we must just bow down and let the tempering begin.

Make this year the year, where, within the heat of the Holy Spirit and in the flames fuelled by His wind, you allow God to shape you into what you have always been destined to be.

It is in the heat of the moment that His whispers are clearest. Let your arms rise to greet Him and welcome Him in just as nature welcomes you as the guest into creation’s kingdom. May 2026 be the year of your tempering. Amen

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