"In all things in nature
there is something
of the marvelous."
Aristotle
(350 BC)
There are some music tapes or Cd's I cannot bear to listen to any more. I am simply tired of them or they remind me of events I no longer wish to remember. There are very few books I will read more than once, no matter how dear they are to me. I would like to think my memory serves me so well, I easily get bored with repetition. Then again, it might be the result of a short attention span.
The exception to this pattern of disliking repetition is being in nature. I routinely return to the ocean, never really ready to leave it, but knowing I must. There are energy vortexes in Sedona, Arizona, I have visited numerous times, and yet continue to long for another trip. Trips to Maui, St Thomas or Alaska are revisited. Then there are trips I have shared with my daughter to Seattle, San Diego, New York, and San Francisco, I would duplicate any of them in a heart beat.
This all encompassing world shares nature in a variety of forms. Any one of them I willingly repeat. There is something about being 'out' in the world that totally stimulates me. There seems to be an abundance of energy just waiting for me to inhale. As I breathe in the life surrounding me, I see nothing but beauty with delicate harmony. Trees, water, expanding skies, mountains, valleys, sunsets and gentle fragrances floating on the edge of a breeze. What could possibly be more intimate than quietly watching the moon move across the stars. When I can no longer push the repeat button, I will gladly rest in pause.
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