I am grateful for the filter that Mother Nature provides me with. I often shudder at the prospect of my existence without our frequent embraces.
Mother Nature has always been a gracious host.
Inviting me into her confines, where I am compelled to learn at her feet.
In today’s lesson I realized…
Whenever I’ve come full circle with the reality of what I’ve always known to be true – instead of taking the revelation head on. I chose the path of cowardice – tucking it away in the recesses of my mind, hoping that it will fade away into oblivion.
Sadly, it never does.
More often than not, it comes back with a vengeance.
That being said – the question must be asked:
Am I really being true to myself?
Taking it a step further, is it fair to say that if I’m unable to tell the hard truths to myself, then who can I speak truth to?
The older that I get.
The more I come to terms with the sobering realization.
That I didn’t know as much as the earlier incarnations of myself were so unshakably certain of.
In short, I take solace in the fact that there is wisdom in acknowledging the certainty of uncertainty.
There is so much to be gained from the edification of our own fickleness.
Accepting it and taking it head on.
Rather than running or making futile attempts to hide from it.
So, I often find myself walking in the relative solace of nature as a therapy of sorts.
Only to find myself staring back at the reflection in the water, not unlike the mythical Narcissus.
But instead of being enamored with my visage.
I find myself enchanted with the prospect of taming the dual elements of beauty and ugliness that reside within.
Because it is by acknowledging their existence that I can begin to plot my escape from the purgatory of stationary complacency and traverse that long winding road towards higher plateaus.
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Often I find myself in nature’s venues where I am drawn in by my surroundings, only to wonder if what my senses are bearing witness to is a metaphor for something larger.
This area was serene, but not secluded by any sense of the word as the serenity of the surroundings were periodically cut with the buzz of cars crossing the bridge.
I soaked it in and marveled at the ebb and flow of the river. The contrast of the leaves and the trees was comforting.
Sometimes hearing nothing helps you to hear exactly what is needed.
Water has the properties to flush toxins out of the body as well as flushing the toxins out of the mind.
Is it easier said than done? Possibly, but often we opt not to make it a priority.
But isn’t sanity worth it or would it be too much like right?
This is dripping with Mother Nature.
This picture sums up the week I spent on the Big Island.
Awe inspiring; breathtaking, invigorating and reflective are some of the adjectives that come to mind.
In retrospect, I was lost but was able to find myself here, but up to this point I was shamefully oblivious to the fact that I’ve been wasting my time. As Hawaii was quick to show herself as an environment that is purely conducive to a being the writer that I’ve been suppressing for longer than I care to admit.
Sometimes it takes a proverbial kick in the pants to reorient yourself back to the things that are truly important, being cognizant of what gives you JOY, rather than doing something that takes JOY from you.
Realizing that I was wasting my time was one thing, but knowing the necessary steps to employ in regaining the steering wheel of my life was another…
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