Nature paints different views at different hours during the day. Once, while I was in the woods at 5AM, it painted faded hues and soft tones of black and gray.
Though it was still a bit dark and my camera struggles for light, the bare branches of the tree struck me. The intricate patterns they make against the sleepy sky reminded me of shadows I used to be afraid of when I was young. They brought me back to my childhood when, at night, I would hide under the blanket, afraid of the tangle of shadows that swayed with the wind.
Nature always speaks to me most eloquently on moments like this. I am humbled to look up and see how big the trees are. They just grew there, I assume, without anyone caring for them—just the earth at their feet and the sky above. While we, humans, struggle every single day to live, they just stand there, firmly rooted and arms spread, ready to receive heavenly blessings.
Moments like this ground me. This is why I always seek comfort from the trees, the ocean, the rivers, the blue skies. Nature has its way of reminding me of my strengths and my weaknesses, my vulnerabilities and my worthlessness. At the same time, it affords me the ability to feel and the opportunity to realize my own depths.
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