Just Be Nature

Nature is the quintessential example of pure existence. Or so it seems from my current knowledge of how nature works...there is likely far more, but I am observing from the outside. Humans are nature, but we have, to a certain extent, separated from it in its conventional sense. We've built homes, we've banished dirt from the floors, we've expelled animals from our living quarters. We live in nature, but we don't live among it. Nature flows. It is resilient, but it does not defy change or resist growth. It just is. Nature is content with being. Growth corresponds with environmental fluctuations, and there is beauty in both blossom and wilt. We all wilt sometimes, though we tend to only embrace blossom. A plant may retire for a season, but this retirement is not failure - it returns again with newfound rejuvenation and life. I am learning the value of allowing respite to recharge. A flower does not run from the rain, but is instead rooted and grounded in the soil, having committed to an unadulterated experience of earth. I want my roots in the soil, too. Bathe me in the elements, I'm ready to "just be".