Glacier

Glacier was beautiful and mountainous and rugged. The mountains swooping up on either side, beckoning one to come home. Calling the higher spirit within ourselves to come out and play. But also demanding the great reverence and respect that is expected when dealing with nature. Oh what great explorers have traversed through these mountains - whether they were human or animal or insect or forest in form. Does a human ever truly become one with such grand things? Are we part and parcel or are we always somewhat an outsider - hoping, leaping, drawn to the highest version of ourselves? The longer I spend in nature the more I find myself becoming one. The edges a little less clear, the soul a little more visible. The breath fresh, the air clean and the spirit bright. Nature is the great elixir of life. To breathe into it, to breathe freely, to be consumed is such a wonderful thing. How do we determine where nature ends and where we begin? Are we not from the earth, on the earth, returning to the earth? To think the mountain may be a part of me and I may be a part of it - force and form coming into one.

The clarity of the blue, the rushing of the water. So much life force in one area! What a joy to see. What a joy to experience. There is a reason people say they can feel the pulse of the energy when they are near a large body of water. Because we are part water - we are part stream. This makes up a piece of our composition, an invaluable piece, a fluid and flowing piece which we forget so often to nurture. Which inevitably allows us to pulse and breathe, teaching us the transitory yet permanent nature of things. Rush, rush, rush full of energy! Oh, what joy this brings!