The Role Of Nature… 

(Above picture of my garden in summer) 

Many times I have been reminded of the wonderful role that nature has in my life. 

It would be remiss of me if I never wrote about the wonderful things that have helped me through some dark times. Sometimes it has been hard to write about these topics without tears of joy and appreciation and longing for those that are no longer with us. 

My love of nature has certainly blossomed, forgive the pun, since becoming chronically ill, but the foundations are deep in my youth. 

I get such joy from being in my garden and I equally admire the gardens, the natural forests and the wilderness that this planet has on offer. 

There are no words that adequately describe the delight upon seeing my roses begin to bud and bloom! 

In fact there is little that nature produces that is not breathtaking and fulfilling. 

When I am deep in a flare or in indescribable pain my husband need only bring some flowers from our garden and I am instantly transported to a calmer place. A place where perfection is in every detail of the natural world. 

Those who know me also know the enormous value I place on the animal relationships that I have been blessed to have in my life. I affectionately call them my fur kids, but they are much much more. 

I believe that I could easily live out my life with only animals as companions and never feel cheated or lacking. That is not to say that humans do not have a beloved place in my life and heart, but animals have the capacity to never judge or ever say an unkind or unthinking word; whereas as humans we seem almost destined to do. And repeat. 

This chronic life would not be possible without the love and appreciation for nature (plants and animals) and I want to state for the record that nothing i can say or do will ever repay the debt I owe them. 

I only have to look at my fur kids and I have all the inspiration needed to fight a little longer and dig a little deeper. 

5 minutes with my adoring cocker spaniel or playful kitten is by far the best medicine that I have ever encountered since I began this journey. 

To all of you out there who understand I send you an invisible nod in respect. And for those that have yet to experience these things for yourself, I hope this has offered inspiration. 

It comes as no surprise to me that all the great leaders and minds have always had the love and companionship of an animal as they faced their challenges as they personify all that we should aspire to be as human beings. Loving. Loyal. Trustworthy. Honest. Playful and very hard to forget. 

Gentle hugs, 


4 thoughts on “The Role Of Nature… 

  1. It looks like a beautiful place. I love the picture.

    Now on a different note. Our cocker spaniel farts a lot. Adoring yes, gaseous definitely. Do you have the same issue? LOL

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    1. Te he he. Yes. We have had cocker spaniels for over 20 years and know that their tummies and eating habits are a true mystery… farting or not, they are a complete joy! I hope your little one is good to his daddy xx


      1. This is our second rescue Cocker Spaniel and both have been delights. Samantha is about 13 and she is getting to be a grouchy old girl. She likes sleeping, eating, pooping and especially farting. Addie our first had to be put down and she was the best dog i ever lived with. Samantha is a pure joy, she has freckles which is how i think we ended up with her.

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      2. Oh they sound wonderful. And the names!!!! Delightful. I am so sorry for the loss of your dear companions. They are a huge loss when it’s their time. I don’t think I ever stop mourning them. All ours are rescues too. They all have such wonderful personalities but yes, cockers LOVE to eat!!! Lol. Much love your way x


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