There is such a rudimentary pleasure in feeling tied to the earth.The simple act of eating greens plucked straight from the soil, the feel of the shovel as it breaks open the ground...watching plants sprout new beginnings.
On a day such as today, where the breath of winter is fresh upon the air, but the sun has not lost its humour and continues to smile warmly – on a Monday where we pause to commemorate the Anzacs (even though officially, that day was yesterday) – it seems too wasteful not to want to get dirt under my fingernails, sweat in my eyes and aches in my muscles...
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I agree, it is so calming and peaceful to be around nature, including simple things like running your fingers along dirt or sand or crushing leaves. It can give you a lot of energy.
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We are most certainly blessed to be living in such circumstances that allow us to be able to get in touch with nature whenever the urge is upon us.
I think more startling is the fact we live in circumstances whereby the urge to get in touch with nature need be a struggle to deal with or to fulfil. How, but our concrete jungle completes us...
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