Tuesday, December 11, 2012

mother nature

Nestled in the nurturing belly of the island, layer upon layer of green blankets thrown around us, even the air we breathe lends comfort. Sometimes we ride. Sometimes we walk, slowing our progress through the depths of the forest, seeing in detail, hearing the trees sigh, the mosses and grasses cushioning each step.

I do not worship nature – I worship its creator. And yet, in these rare and precious moments, I can’t deny nature’s healing powers. Spirit and body revive, and I am returned once more to myself.

There’s something people are calling nature deficiency syndrome. And after a weekend on Hornby, it’s easy to believe such a thing exists.

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