mushroom love

i haven’t been much around nature lately. (one week to be exact)

living in the city brings out a different side of me. i seek more comfort in consumption: from material goods, to internet content to food. i’m more prone to seek happiness outside of myself.

meditating, spending silent time outdoors, resting seem to be luxurious privileges i have to consciously carve space for. it doesn’t come naturally. i know, i can’t blame it on my environment, but i also don’t want to deny the effects an environment has on me.

because i know how inspired, wild, alive and unbothered i can feel, when i’m living in nature. when i forget about my identitiy and the roles i’m supposed to play. when my environment doesn’t immediately reflect the person i’m supposed to be. when i’m not constantly tempted by desires. it takes energy to stand still against a fleeting stream. it takes energy to see the illusions for what they are and consciously choose differently.

on the other hand, i enjoy the possibilities that i wouldn’t have otherwise. i get to learn many new skills, immerse myself in the worlds of arts, and find connection in different ways.

there are too many things i’d like to change about my current phase of life. yet, discovering the little pieces of magic and interconnectedness in nature helps me to come into acceptance of what is.

equilibrium comes sooner or later naturally, and i can trust that my body will always guide me to the right places at the right time.