Nature

My soul yearns for the windy gusts of spring segueing into summer. The deep stillness within the depths of winter. The gurgling fresh water spring doused in moss. The pine trees that stand so tall like the sweeping stewards of the earth that they are.

Words cannot truly describe my joyful love for the outdoors.

I am my best self when romping through the wild masses of sage bushes and red dirt.

I click and lock into place when my toes are sandy from river banks and my fingernails have an underlying curve of dirt.

Romping. Roving. Meandering through the endless pine needle covered forest floor. Through the Aspen groves that shuttle in the wind.

Basking in the power, the magnitude, the reverence of the mountainous pillars that ground you so deeply. So entirely.

The silence of the snow swept curvature valley. The crickets synchronizing to the heart beat of the earth. The rapids pounding to the drum of your wild intuition.

Dum dum. Dum dum.

I feel it. The wild heartbeat of the earth. She is power. She is aliveness. She is everything and everyone and nothing all at once.

The melding within a soul cleansing river bath. The folding into fields of buzzing bees and skittering mice. She is us. We are her.

Forget the cacophony of cities. Forget the rumbling of busy highways.

My soul. My yearnings. My heart is all found in the wild.

She remembers me and I remember her. I praise her and admire her and bow my head to her. And she lifts my god essence. She gives me hawk wings. I bound like a wolf chased deer and stalk like a mountain lion.

When I am deep in the depths of nature, I am fully embodied existence. Fully unto myself. It’s enigmatic. It’s a force that is both deep within the bones of the earth and stretches to the outer reaches of the far-off cosmos.

The coyotes yelp and howl. The birds chirp and chatter. The bugle of the elk herd at dawn. The stillness of the morning dew. They speak to the core of me. The me that was there even at the start of time.

Nature calls us forth unto our true selves. She asks us to go deep. And she holds us when we tumble and fall. She nourishes us and revitalizes our wounded souls. When the dampening of the outside modern world dulls our senses, creates mundane homogenization, and sanitizes us against our own deep heart yearnings. She is there. She is calling. And she embraces us with all that we are and all that we will ever become. Open to her and she will heal. Open to her and she will restore. Open to her and she will refract and reflect your inner truth.

Follow your soul yearnings for they will always lead you to the womb of mother earth.