I have written previously of the thrill of seeing an endangered species in the wild. There is something incredibly reassuring to actually watch nature still in action in this world; it’s a sign of hope. (Hope that Rhino doesn’t smell me and charge, hope that leopard doesn’t go for my jugular) Hope that nature is […]
attachment
When the mountain fell down the mountain
High winds will unsettle your average air sign, I want to stand out on the highway astride a broomstick and fly away somewhere, just go wherever the wind is going to blow me. What weighs me down is attachment to the belief that this physical world is as physically real as it seems in this dream we call life. In fact of course it is not as real as we want to believe and it’s this belief that keeps our minds and souls attached to this physical plane where there is evidence enough of the temporary nature of nature. It’s what makes us cry “not fair” and “why me?” in the depths of the dark night of the soul.