As Ansel Adams once said in a letter written from an adventure into the heart of the wilderness that “All was nought but nirvana.” The wilderness has an uncanny way of permeating every part of ones being by uncovering the layers of civilization’s residues that plaque the daily routines of the human experience.
Maybe it is the glorius scenery, the calm atmosphere, or the inherent serenity of the space that soothes the mind and draws one into a greater awareness of what life really is. In all of its wonder and beauty, the wilderness brings humans back to their roots – a return to where life resides, a place without asphalt – a place with a different agenda.
The wilderness silently proclaims a heralding call beckoning all that scratch upon her surface, feel the awesomeness and get lost in the vastness of it all, to slow down and recline away from the stresses of day-to-day societal constructs. It is in the pristine realm of nature that can truly be – far from clocks, cars and the city’s incessant hum.
In wilderness is the preservation of the spirit; for there it is earth, sky and beating heart in sheer naked contact with planetary and bodily rhythms. The wilderness calls us to play in the dirt, for there is nothing else to do, for there is nothing that needs to be done but be reminded of who we are.
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