Monday Morning, 2012
I was watching a documentary about our national parks yesterday evening and there was something said about natural wide open spaces being where we find our true selves, or something along those lines. I adore these natural spaces, but fail to believe that we cannot tap into our true selves in other ways as well. We are resourceful beings.
Standing on the sand and seeing the Mediterranean Sea for the first time can be a spiritual experience, and hiking through a forest of enormous redwoods can feel transcendent, but the view from a 50th floor window above Manhattan, with the quiet city below, does have its merits, as does being up just a few floors in a Paris apartment and looking out over a stretch of beautiful rooftops. Sometimes just lying down in the grass (or on the hood of your car) and gazing up at the sky is enough.
We all need a special place to go when we seek answers. A place where we can breathe slow and deep, and clear our heads.
I've had so many of these places. They exist in all the landscapes I've lived and many I've only visited.
I don't know if I crave vastness more than other people, but I do believe crave is the best way to describe it. Feeling confined or stifled, without a doubt, brings out the worst in me.
When the landscape is unavailable I can sometimes create the state of mind without the place. It's tricky, but possible.
However I arrive, it is where I find my best thoughts, or at least the seeds that allow them to grow later. This was my place today.