The Powerful Effects of Solitude and Nature
By Tere Lopez • November 6th, 2012 • 4381 Views
A human being is a part of the whole, called by us "Universe", a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest — a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. ~Albert Einstein
It is precisely in immense solitude that you find not only your innermost layer but also, and more complicated, an estranged connection with something powerful, magical, vibrating and real.
I am here writing, not to say how to achieve a particular goal. After all, who am I? Lately, as I open newsletters and websites, I mostly find an overwhelming repertoire of articles stating what to do or not to do. But in a world already full of square lessons and instructing lectures, we probably need a space of freedom with more terrain for honest reflection and less greedy marketing materials.
I am here writing, just because like you, sometimes I have the need to say what I feel and perhaps in the process my voice is heard.
As a child and youth I used to go –walking from home—to face the great buoyant ocean. Surrounded only by the mysterious melange of the blue and green colors, there I was, absorbing every wave of heat or breeze, allowing myself to be also absorbed and completely soaked in the salty waters, immersing myself under the deep waters to encounter silence to be able to hear what we usually cannot hear. In the physical connection between my whole body and the sea there was a communication without words and it was mainly emanating from the heart.
Today, as I stroll through the forests and watersheds, I feel that the possibility of integration coexists. And it is so fantastically potent that I cannot do anything else but to stop. (Or everything outside stops for me?). Where is this coming from? Would it be from the striking ray of sunlight, or the intensity of the green leaves or yellow blossoms, or the painfully honeyed fragrance of those wild flowers meeting me somewhere in the path? Or is...