Being natural, being naturally who we are, how we are, the way we are, and doing "it" the way we would do "it," whatever "it" may be, connects us easily, naturally, with nature, with the natural world. And it works in reverse, so that time spent in nature-- with nature-- connects us with our natural self, with our original nature, our true self. The city takes that way from us. Urban life is about playing games (Particularly, "The game of not playing games," as R.D. Laing liked to say), about not being who we are, about living a lie, one lie after another, all our life long, so that we have no idea who we are, and no way of finding our way back to our true self. Lie in a hammock among the birds, or walk by the sea, or lie on your back watching the clouds, or sit in a rocking chair, looking out the window... We are as close to ourselves-- our natural self-- as we are to the world of nature. And vice-versa.
If you are a subscriber and get the photo associated with each blog entry but not the text, it is because there is a hitch in the code that causes text to appear as white on a white background. Until that is corrected, the work-a-round, suggested by sandync 28704, is to click on the date of the blog above the photograph and that should link you directly to the blog.
One thought on “May 22-B, 2023”
So glad you have a hammock. My father loved his.
LikeLiked by 1 person