There’s something magical about the bush. About nature. It nurtures, it calms, it calls you back.
I just went for a long, leisurely walk through the mountaintops. I had no purpose, other than to clear my mind and let nature guide me.
As the sun set and painted pastel hues across the cloudy sky, every moment was a feast for the senses. The soft, distant sound of buzzing bees mixed with the musical notes of nearby birds. The distinct crunch of leaves and sodden sticks reminded me that I wasn’t alone. All around me, camouflaged and cautious, were the creatures of the land.
A kangaroo dashed out in front of me. Stopped. Stood. Stunned. Stared into my camera lens.
As the sky darkened, I was surrounded by a beautiful, natural art gallery. Intricate tree branches wavered in muddy puddles. A round, red sun beam projected between spindly trees. Mint moss crept up a collection of bark trees, a winter coat.
The silence. The soothing silence. The plod of my feet on the earth disturbed the peace.
I’ve been away from nature for too long. But she doesn’t judge. Whenever I return, I feel centered. Refreshed. Awakened.
Next time you’re feeling stressed or worried, I urge you to step outside and find a secluded spot away from city life. Focus on your surroundings, the sights, the sounds, the smells. The silence. It’s magical. Truly.
