My Wild Wanders

The silence of the mountain vista fills my soul with a wonderful melody as I stand motionless and gaze out over the peaks and rolling hills. The green ocean below that consists of millions of swaying trees hides the secrets of life beneath its’ canopy. Up here, above the ridge line, though the world is silent and calm, there is a power that hums through the wind, soft and compelling, but invigorating in its stillness.

A calm infuses within me, that of which can be found only when I immerse myself in the seclusion of the natural world. It is almost too ethereal to put into words, this feeling, almost a longing, when cresting a ridge to an open vista, high above from everything else. I feel a million miles away. On a clear day, a quiet stillness dominates the air, a blanket lain over the world below, and I am allowed to simply be. I float among the trees, blissfully separated from the chaos of the artificial society below. A society of which, is based on greed, and that which has little connection with the natural world, our only and most sacred home. This is where I belong, among the crowd of trees. This is where we all truly belong. This is where I come back to when I am allowed to thrust off the societal shackles for a short while.

Who am I? I am a lover of all things green and growing. A lover of the wondrous landscapes that make up this beautiful world but that which are slowly disappearing. A lover of wind rustling creaky branches and of birdsong, of vast oceans full of secret societies, of rushing rivers and tinkling brooks that make the music of the land. I am a lover of the vibrant fragrances of wild flowers and grasses lazily drifting through mountain breezes. I am a lover of mists that grasp with sweeping tendrils through the hills. A lover of the beauty that each changing season embosses, and of the assurances of familial continuity.

These are my meanderings through what’s left of the natural world. I hope you find them as beautiful and worthy of protecting and expanding as I. I hope you too can find the melody that comes from gazing across mountain ridges, a song that sings to us all but few can hear. It rises up from the Earth below and echoes across the sky. Listen to its whisper that seeps between the trees. It pleads for us to look within and realize that we are all connected to it, this web of life.

These are my wild wanders.