When people move into the woods they either bulldoze it and pour concrete all over it to conquer the divine feminine, or they just load lots and lots of garbage everywhere reflecting the similar state of mind, or they tip toe around it, not wanting any real contact. Nature is good enough to look at out the window at or get a nice stock image and post it on a pretty blog.

All miss out on the glorious mud, and the dirt, and the water, and the sky, and the rotting leaves! Those who do not know the pleasure, miss out on a very deep part of humanity. It goes along with missing out on music or sitting with a friend, talking quietly by candle light. These are simple but profound delights. They are relaxing, grounding, and richly deep.

Get your souls back by doing something simple like getting dirty, laying in the grass, or putting your feet in the water. No grandeur, but more satisfying than grandeur.