Naturally beautiful

MOST of us take so many things for granted as we move along the fast lanes of our cities or the backwaters of our vast countryside.
One thing we seem to take for granted is the alluring beauty of the natural world.
Someone once said that beauty has a propensity to recreate or reproduce itself. Over the past few weeks, I have been cultivating a food garden along the banks of one of the biggest rivers in my in-laws’ village.
In the course of cultivating our garden, I unintentionally cut some saplings and cleared shrubbery beyond the edge of our garden.
Every time I visit my garden to do some weeding or just to keep an eye out for thieves, I am amazed to see that the bush I had cleared regenerates at a rate that is quite amazing.
We must learn to appreciate nature’s enduring beauty in small ways like that.
You recline on the sofa on your balcony in that forlorn afternoon.
Gaze into the horizon as the setting sun in all its golden radiance gradually sinks into oblivion.
That magical moment – when the setting sun in all its golden halo appears to be mocking your sanity – is a beauty that you can savour.
Some families in war-ravaged areas of the world are actually cowering in some bomb shelter right now.
They are longing for moments like this where the simple joys of life can be savoured.
The humming of raindrop on your roof lulls you to a comfortable sleep in the night.
Sometimes I retreat into the forest or climb to the top of a solitary hill just to let the wind caress my face.
Nature has a way of elevating your weary soul from the mundane to the sublime.
I want to relate to you a story that goes like this:
A sojourner once travelled to a faraway city where he met and mingled with so many beautiful people.
He walked through the city’s cobbled pathways and ate in some of the most elegant restaurants you can ever imagine
Everywhere he went in that city beautiful music floated in the air.
The dream-like ambience which the city of dreams generated exerted a powerful hold on the sojourner.
He wanted to stay in that magical place forever.
But alas, he was a sojourner who really did not belong and so, before he knew it, he was homeward bound.

Paul Waugla Wii
Demang village