As the days get longer, I’ve been trying to take full advantage of the summer season. If you know me, you probably know I try to spend as much time outdoors as possible. Whether it’s road tripping to national parks, camping, or evening walks after work, I love it all.
I sometimes joke that trail-running is my form of going to church. I don’t have much experience with organized religion, but the comparison still resonates with me.
First, getting outdoors is something that requires devotion. I manage my time, energy, and resources to prioritize being in nature. That includes committing to consistent routines and declining invitations for other things that I would love to do. I have to intentionally make it a priority.
In return, I am nourished in so many ways. Often, I am reminded of how small and insignificant I am. That’s not a bad thing. In fact, I feel a sense of belonging to the Earth and the universe around me. I get to revel in the wonder of being part of something sacred or seeing something so beautiful. I practice interdependence, to honor and care for the places (and their animal residents) that show me such hospitality.
Not only am I connected to Mother Nature, but I find community with people as well. I love chatting with the other people in the mountains, even if it’s just to say “It’s so gorgeous out today!” I love hearing about other people’s adventures. It’s nice knowing that there are so many others who share the same values and interests.
There’s also an important element of faith and surrender being in the great outdoors. You must acknowledge the many things outside of your control. Whether it’s inclement weather or getting lost in the trails, there are plenty of opportunities to practice both self-sufficiency and radical acceptance. Things happen - how do I want to choose to respond?
Lastly, spending time in nature just makes me feel good. I feel good in my body when I’m active. I get quiet time to be with myself and spirit. Oftentimes after I return home, I return with more perspective on my issues and a renewed confidence in my ability to handle them.
Maybe I just wanted an excuse to write a love letter to nature. I’m so grateful. As Mary Oliver reminds us, we only get this “one wild and precious life.” So what do you devote yours to?
Take care,
Naomi
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Buying myself flowers at the farmer’s market <3
On a bike adventure with my brother-in-law and my niece, we stumbled upon a live ambient acid house dj set/hacky sack meet-up called the Sunday Shred.
The hip-hop harpist I saw at one of my favorite parties in SF