Unyielding Euphoria! What a delightfully unreasonable request for one's existence. Yes, and yes. Please, please, keep going and don't stop, and spare no opportunity to call over your shoulder at me as you ascend that mountain of joy and show us what it looks like. There's nothing more that I want from life than a state that is just that abundant, unapologetic, and big.
I love the idea of tuning into the frequency of childhood. I've been thinking about my relationship to nature. I fear I am too transactional with it; it is "something to write home about" and snap pictures of. I venture into nature to decompress on the weekends, I expect some type of service from it, I'm not simply a part of it. Your thoughts on turning nature from commodity into a lifeline gives me hope I can do the same!
As someone who loves nature, I really enjoyed this essay Haley. These lines especially touched my soul: "It was my inward senses that required tuning, to the frequency of childhood, before my outward senses could experience in full. I found that my perception of nature is a reflection of my spirit. A gloomy day is not gloomy because a weighted blanket of gray drapes low in a drizzling sky. A gloomy day is gloomy because the spirit is cloaked in gray as well. This realization laid bare the profound blur between the separation of nature and myself."
"The metropolis sang praises to the exuberance of maturity." so beautifully written. I love your perspective and relate to it myself, as I often feel a sense of wonder when I'm immersed in nature, which I believe brings out the curious inner child. Stoked for this rebirth for you residing in mother Earth <3
I moved from the flattest country on earth (did not fact check that but spoiler, I'm talking about the Netherlands) to a place with mountains. I still get excited even seeing them in the horizon, so impressive and wild. Love nature.
Unyielding Euphoria! What a delightfully unreasonable request for one's existence. Yes, and yes. Please, please, keep going and don't stop, and spare no opportunity to call over your shoulder at me as you ascend that mountain of joy and show us what it looks like. There's nothing more that I want from life than a state that is just that abundant, unapologetic, and big.
I love the idea of tuning into the frequency of childhood. I've been thinking about my relationship to nature. I fear I am too transactional with it; it is "something to write home about" and snap pictures of. I venture into nature to decompress on the weekends, I expect some type of service from it, I'm not simply a part of it. Your thoughts on turning nature from commodity into a lifeline gives me hope I can do the same!
"I enjoy unyielding euphoria"
Nature is medicine.
I love this and I appreciate the gentle and timely delivery of this message.
...transcendence...transmogrification...tranquility...what serene inward delights...
As someone who loves nature, I really enjoyed this essay Haley. These lines especially touched my soul: "It was my inward senses that required tuning, to the frequency of childhood, before my outward senses could experience in full. I found that my perception of nature is a reflection of my spirit. A gloomy day is not gloomy because a weighted blanket of gray drapes low in a drizzling sky. A gloomy day is gloomy because the spirit is cloaked in gray as well. This realization laid bare the profound blur between the separation of nature and myself."
My relationship also used to be transactional. Not anymore!
I resonated with this essay Haley :)
"The metropolis sang praises to the exuberance of maturity." so beautifully written. I love your perspective and relate to it myself, as I often feel a sense of wonder when I'm immersed in nature, which I believe brings out the curious inner child. Stoked for this rebirth for you residing in mother Earth <3
I moved from the flattest country on earth (did not fact check that but spoiler, I'm talking about the Netherlands) to a place with mountains. I still get excited even seeing them in the horizon, so impressive and wild. Love nature.