As we move towards the summer season, I look forward to one particular time. When the bats return to my little garden on a summer’s evening.
After a warm day, I love to sit on the ground with my back propped up against the wall. A wall which has been in the sun for most of the day and retains some welcome heat for the night. On a clear night when there is still a hint of light from the western sunset, I can sit for hours watching the bats fly around chasing the evening insects. It might be as a result of my composting efforts, but they seem to love to fly around and around this small patch of ground.
I find watching these small creatures almost transcendent. A gift from the Creator, with the power to totally absorb my attention, and in many ways, my soul. All the other things around me, and day that is past, the political news, and the stresses of every day life seem to become irrelevant as I wait for a fleeting glimpse of another bat. Sometimes they seem to come so close you could almost reach out and touch one.
The Japanese celebrate the arrival of the cherry blossom in the spring, and wonder at this annual display. To quote Katsumoto (The Last Samurai). “The perfect blossom is a rare thing. You could spend your life looking for one, and it would not be a wasted life.”
I love to celebrate the arrival of these wonderful little creatures into my garden. To seek them, watch them, and allow them to touch my soul in their own special way, I believe is not a wasted life.