Nature Journal

• On a busy day when life overwhelms me with its many demands, I think of one place I’d like to be. Where is your place? Is it on that cruise under the scorching heat with a margarita in hand? Is it in your comfortable bed with no distraction? Mine is a memory of nirvana. I’ve only truly experienced this bliss once before. When I was twelve I remember being done hunting and being really tired. While my dad explored the woods I laid on the forest floor, relaxed with no burden of others expectations; my then blonde hair splayed around me, and the gentle rays of sun warming my closed eye lids. It was wonderful, that dream land, that better than sleep. When I get really overwhelmed with how my life is going, so fast, in so many directions; I close my eyes, imagine that heat, and go back in time to when I was young, carefree, free.