Alone in nature I am most aware of being alive and least aware of time.
I like to refer the locations I visit alone in nature as a Wild. To animals and plants, a Wild is life. It occurs to me that maybe it should be that way for humans, for me, too. I tend to go a Wild to extract something. Maybe I should go there more just to be. A Wild does not seek achievement or recognition. It does not seek to be beautiful or inspiring. It just is. It exists. We humans assign to it things like beauty. We are full of “assignments”. Perhaps we, I, should go to a Wild to escape such human “assignments”. Humans tend to avoid even fear a Wild. I like to embrace it.