7/26/2017, San Juan Mountains
Dear Mother Nature,
Love is the word popping into my mind right now. Love for this valley, for Pacer, for the mountains, for the sky, for my body, for my whole self. And love for the boy too (even if I won’t tell him so). How is it than I can feel it so strongly, so freely now up here?
In my book, I just read about a study that revealed that viewing/being in nature generates a sense of “awe” that in turn gives a sense of contentedness and peace which can enhance productivity and creativity.
I’m guessing this sense of awe isn’t too far off from love. With that, knowing deep down, even if I can’t always feel it, that I am part of this awe too.
Is it in the beauty of the awe that I find love?
It can’t be.
I think it has more to do with my connection. But, in my present human state, I can’t completely reach the depths of it. It’s like my roots are just brushing the core of the matter. Yet, when I let myself be still, the upwards energy of the love still embraces me.
It’s getting cloudy. I’m beginning to have goose bumps. I wonder if I should continue walking or head back. The next turn in the road captivates my attention.