Landscape Therapy
Landscape therapy is getting the frayed nerves back to function in reflexes governed by the conscious and unconscious mind in peace and harmony;
Landscape therapy is when primary colors once more come as true colors, secondary colors and tertiary ones as sweet progeny of color combination;
Landscape therapy is when the forests appear once more lush green,
the mountains in the distance blue, and the sky azure as the deep sea;
Landscape therapy is when the consciousness once more map the
migrating birds in the sky, the fish in the stream, a drop of pond water
teeming with life;
Landscape therapy is when the biological clock readjusts with
the passing of seasons, understanding the reason behind Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring;
Landscape therapy is when - in the midst danger, courage is being
afraid but doing the brave thing, for the landscape of life is often perceived in duality;
Landscape therapy is when the swamp dries up to become a grassland,
to become a woodland, in a magic sere that spawns rich life’s diversity;
Landscape therapy is finding once more a niche, bridging the past
and present, tradition and modern, the living and the non-living world in
Rousseau’s scenery;
Landscape therapy is when raucous urchins sound in lilting joy; thunder a Beethoven’s bass drum, chirping a language in music – all in thanksgiving;
Landscape therapy is when a person like a prisoner in Plato’s Allegory frees himself to discover the realities of the world, which is the aim of education;
Landscape therapy is when life is viewed with the power of the imagination – romantic or real or abstract - yet find meaning in reverence to the Creator;
Landscape therapy is when the curtain is lifted and the horizon rolls on with life passing this way but once, yet it’s more than destiny, more than eternity. ~
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