Nature

Nature, is poetry. And like nature, poetry reflects the  wilderness as it is vast; particularly, if you’re a writer.  
   
“If an idea is not dangerous, it is unworthy to be called an idea at all…”  
   
Elbert Hubbard  
   
I’ve always loved this quote as I used to be a risk taker, not so much these days as I don’t have the time & energy of processing another trauma.    
   
I like to find danger in midnight walks along the beach; especially during Spring and Summer, when there’s lightning flickering in the night sky, and a light drizzle.    
   
If I get struck by lightning, then so be it. It’s a bold risk, and I spent much of my youth being unforgivingly adventurous.    
   
Summer rain is a weakness of mine, and I’ve always been drawn to electrical storms. They’re fascinating, and as a child, I became fixated on watching lightening strikes light up the skies.    
   
There’s definitely something sacred in baring witness to the way fire & water interact, and how lightening is generated from such.    
   
Those elements have always been in my nature, by default. The adrenaline that comes from watching such is priceless, and it started with little things, like sprinting dirt trails up the side of the mountains.  
   
The feeling wouldn’t be found on the stop watch but found in the view once you’ve reached the top.    
   
Life, is a lot like that. However, you have to learn to create sacred spaces in nature for yourself.    
   
Healing, can oft be found in nature, which then becomes an edict. A place you go to honour and pay reverence, each time you go back to nature.    
   
Those walking trails are worth more than the dirt they’re made upon.    
   
You can’t find that kind of energy in a pill, prescribed by a clinician/ doctor, or in a bottle or whatever else ones vice may be. So. Explore nature, and the gift that it provides.  
 
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