Coming back to life
Happens every time I return to nature
Hello friends,
I am still figuring out this whole substack app so thank you for your patience.
So despite any confusion or glitches, I’m glad to be here. Imperfectly perfect.
Sharing, connecting, and encouraging because along the way, some very special people have encouraged me.
Perhaps you can relate to how I feel sometimes. After staring at the computer too long, my eyes become glazed over, my head aches and my body feels tired.
“Too long” can change day to day for me. And “too long” can be different for different people.
What if there’s no right or wrong amount of time? What if we can listen to our body and honor it by choosing something that rejuvenates us?
Nature never lets me down. I always find soothing refreshment in nature. It may come from wild winds or gentle breezes; it may come from crashing ocean waves or cold mountain streams. Sometimes it’s just digging my hands in a pot of dirt and caring for a tiny plant.
Yesterday I chose to return to one of my favorite places in nature. My favorite place is not just the Smoky Mountain National Park. My favorite place is a spot near a small parking lot just inside the entrance to the park on the quiet side of the Smokies. Here I can stand under a particular grandmother tree right next to the river. This beautiful wise tree has rich, thick moss growing over her roots. I call her Grandmother Moss. She welcomes me every time I enter the park. I will share some pictures of her in another post. I speak with her often. Perhaps you have a favorite wise tree you visit I’d love to hear about your experience too.
