I LOVE CHVRCHES.
I LOVE CHVRCHES.
I’ve written about nature,the great outdoors, being therapeutic before. It’s a familiar topic, especially for me who grew up encircled by it. Nature on all sides. Horses and thousands of acres of state-protected wilderness out my back door and two state parks and innumerable beaches within a stone’s throw. To this day, I name my favorite location on earth as the firebreak trail behind my parent’s house. Nature (henceforth referred to as “it”) has always soothed me. If I am stressed I have a ready remedy: long run in the woods. If I am sad: take the horse (love of my life: Deputy) for a walk on unexplored trails and let his sturdy , stoic shoulders absorb my tears. If I am melancholy: run and play and climb trees like a rabid toddler through the many uncharted woods that surround me. Now, as an adult, I am faced with apartment life. Granted, ours is stunning. However, I am not surrounded by everything nature as I was growing up. Salt water pools take the place of quiet, green-blue rivers… New construction overruns what could’ve been a long-therapeutic running trail…. Etc. But when we know what soothes us, we eventually find a way back to it, yes? Yes. Nature in all its un-demanding glory gives without taking- a rarity, if not a total non-existent feature in our selfish world. Find a bit of it somewhere, anywhere and relax. Take in all of it. I love playing the sounds game when I am out in nature. Close your eyes and see how many separate sounds you can identify. You’d be amazed at the amount of sounds you find and the amount of stress this removes from your mind.
“I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.”
― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
A friend told me to read Siddhartha by Hesse. At first I was put off and internally annoyed…I have 10 books judging me from my night stand when I wake up every morning, taunting: “Why haven’t you read us yet?” “Stay up late and read us!” “We are really interesting and educational, we promise!” Ugh, what straight-up brats they are. Then, like I knew I would, I impulsively Amazon-ordered Siddhartha, which apparently is a classic (“You seriously haven’t read SIDDHARTHA?!” -Aforementioned Friend)…..
Let me tell you something: THIS BOOK NEEDS TO BE READ BY ALL HUMANS…if you feel like your animals or forest creatures or plants or anything/one else can understand whatever language you speak then gosh darn it, read it aloud. The roller-coaster of emotions encased in this turbo-fast read is enough to strap you in for a one-afternoon read-a-thon. Hesse enchantingly and succinctly captured the raw emotions, intimate thoughts and bodily actions of Siddhartha as he follows his “spiraling” (though not circular) path through life….
My favorite tank top is a $10 number from a sweet boutique on Etsy. It reads “I DON’T EAT PALS” with a stenciled picture of a cow, sheep and pig: the pals I am referring to. There are infinite studies proving the intelligence of farm animals, most of which were performed, I am sure, to bolster our arguments as all-animal lovers/protectors/do-anything-we-can-to-save-these-innocent-perfect-creatures folk. No matter the reasoning behind the performance of these tests/kind experiments, they prove one thing above all: animals are with us here on earth, we share a planet for the blip of a second we each exist, why can’t we all just get along? I mean not in the idealistic, over-the-top, all-encompassing beauty pageant answer, but “Yep, we can live in peace with these creatures. We don’t feel the need to eat their bodies to prove our legitimacy as a species.” I am over here being a vegan and surviving and stuff….I am vibrant, ecstatic, so alive and in sweet sweet love with the fact that I do not eat the flesh of other vibrant, life-loving creatures. Consider this my rant for the day. If you gain something from this, be it that we can be pals with these adorable, brilliant, beautiful animals and still kick-booty as humans. Just check me out sometime.