Trapped inside, we, a generation of people that forgot we began outdoors. Hours we spend looking at trees through window panes, watching storms drop rain, unable to smell it as it hits the earth. We forget our roots, and we wither and wonder why. I know Winter is hard, I know the chill can come and settle over things, paint in frost the world you knew, I know it’s hard with so little light, but we must resist. We must begin this resistance now, and we must carry it with us through the Spring, long into the Summer, the Autumn, and back into the next Winters of our lives. We are built to open the windows, run out the doors, and get lost in nature, we are built to recharge the batteries inside us with sunlight, for we are solar after all.
This fall when we were racing the clock to get the leaves off the yard to beat an early snow storm, my 3 year old grandson heard the wind in the pines and said, "What's that, Nana?" I told him the trees are talking, and we have to be very quiet to listen. (He normally chatters on non-stop.) He closed his eyes and listened, just for a moment, and a smile spread over his face. It's a good reminder to us all to take time to go outside and just BE. Get out of the confines of the house and just breathe, listen and BE for a moment.
So true, I love this
This fall when we were racing the clock to get the leaves off the yard to beat an early snow storm, my 3 year old grandson heard the wind in the pines and said, "What's that, Nana?" I told him the trees are talking, and we have to be very quiet to listen. (He normally chatters on non-stop.) He closed his eyes and listened, just for a moment, and a smile spread over his face. It's a good reminder to us all to take time to go outside and just BE. Get out of the confines of the house and just breathe, listen and BE for a moment.
This message is sorely needed. Our DNA is from our ancient nomadic ancestors. What would they think of us in our little boxes?
Simply perfect.