I went to the hills, surrounded by light, enticed by the calmness. I felt the passion of the rain caress my face, dance on the trees and play drums with the ground. I felt the wind encircle me playfully, and then run away. I felt the bench make space for me, and let me know I was safe and accepted. I felt the air spin through my nose like a tornado to my lungs that allowed me to breathe and allowed me to be.
I saw the fields lined up like art and the textured fusions of grass, earth and flowers. I saw the trees assemble and display experience, life, transformation and death before me. I saw the sun illuminate the way ahead of me. It glided on the lake and summoned my eyes to absorb the colours and warmth that surrounds me.
I heard the earth mould beneath my feet to support me. I heard the grass adjust to make room for me. I heard the breeze roar to announce its presence and the birds sing their response. I heard the stream become intimate with the stones creating music.
I touched the nature that allowed me to slow down, to sit still and be still. I touched the nature that allowed me to turn down the noise so I can appreciate sounds and the silence. I touched the nature that allowed me to breathe so I no longer fought for air.
I touched the nature that filled my lungs with space and dispelled the overcrowded emotions. I touched the nature that created room for me within myself that was filled with the feelings of everyone else and everything else.
I touched the nature that allowed me to be silent, connected, listened to, accepted, and grounded, and then be part of something wonderful and meaningful.
And yet allowed me to be an individual and completely myself.
Just for a moment.
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