I've seen plenty of Pagan and Druid writing that celebrates nature in really straightforward ways. Nature, we tell each other, is beautiful and lovely and inspiring. Go out into nature, it will lift your spirits.
Sometimes nature is harsh. Sometimes nature looks a lot like a baby bird fallen from the nest and dead on the ground. Sometimes it's the rainstorm that tears the flowers apart, or the remains of a fox cub on the side of the path. It's watching a gull take a babe coot, or a buzzard take a rabbit. It's the desperate, dying shriek of the mammal who has been found by the stoat.
While I don't like the way nature documentaries often focus excessively on violence, sometimes nature is violent. Sometimes it is arbitrary, cruel and makes no sense. The rising tide takes the nest of things too young and small to escape from it. The naturally occurring forest fire slaughters those who cannot flee fast enough.
Nature is the basis of all things, it is part of us and we are part of it. Life continues, often at the expense of other lives. Forces move through the world with no care for the lives they impact on. I think it's important in nature based spirituality to acknowledge that nature itself is not moral. It's not lovely, or benevolent, it simply exists. The universe can indeed be bountiful, but bounty for the fox is not benevolence to the rabbit. What creates bounty for humans at the moment is wiping out the majority of other creatures. When we see the bounty and not the cost, we don't see nature as a whole.
Druidry cannot ignore the parts of nature that are neither pretty nor comforting. We need to square up to those as well. We don't have to like all of what's out there, but we do have to respect it. We don't have to be happy in face of the harsher parts - it is important to have room in ourselves for the feelings that aren't lovely. Sometimes you need to cry over the dead baby bird. Authenticity is bigger and messier than the idea that nature is lovely.
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