I'm sitting at my study desk, screen glowing and fingers lingering over the keyboard.
I don't much feel like writing today.
I look outside and it's beckoning me, like an entrancing song calling in the distance.
This has been happening a lot lately; this strong body-desire to be in the elements, this strong child-like wish of wanting to play.
I know why.
So much meaningless noise, so many people thirsty for unquenchable attention.
I'm skimming over emails, leaving podcasts unplayed, clicking on fewer links or social posts than ever before.
I want to be off the screen and in the green, because...
The trees don't give a sh*t.
Step outside, and there is no past or future.
Feel the satisfying crunch of sand between your toes, and there is no worry.
Feel the wild wind slapping your face and making your eyes water, and there is no lack.
Feel the amber sun kiss your eyelids and warm your bare arms, and there is no fear.
Rich or poor, living your purpose or totally clueless, fat or thin, socially acceptable or a complete outcast, married or single, young or old, sad or mad, winner or loser - The trees don't give a sh*t.
Solid, true, unwavering, undemanding, unaffected.
Nature: my timeless teacher - the one I return to again, and again.
