Sitting in the backyard letting my pills settle down, I feel the humidity seeking back in. The gnats are back in force but there is a little bit of a breeze blowing. Gearing up for what will be a busy few days, I was hoping for a day off. But my oldest has other plans so I’ll be running errands for her this afternoon. But I really shouldn’t complain, life still has it’s moments of genuine calm and peace of mind.
Lately I’ve been empathizing the importance of finding peace in our lives. I for one, wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for discovering the calmness of nature. Taking the time to listen to what nature teaches is critical in establishing both faith and mindfulness. After moving from Savannah Georgia in 1994, it was my Uncle Mack that first taught me about the importance of listening to nature. No matter how much my mother threated about her brother’s salvation. Mack was probably one of the most spiritual man I knew.
An avid outdoorsman, he would often call the woods his cathedral. Sometimes he would just sit in his deer stand and do nothing but listen. I make no excuse for the fact he was an ethical hunter and fisherman. What he shot we ate, rather it was deer, wild hogs, squirrels, or rabbit. He had no tolerance for unethical or trophy hunters and would most definitely let them know. My point for all this is, stand by your convictions. Don’t be afraid to learn from those who earn your respect. Nature was mankind’s first teacher, to think otherwise is simply foolishness. So respect life, respect other’s opinions, listen compassionately, and debate civilly.
Lately I’ve been empathizing the importance of finding peace in our lives. I for one, wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for discovering the calmness of nature. Taking the time to listen to what nature teaches is critical in establishing both faith and mindfulness. After moving from Savannah Georgia in 1994, it was my Uncle Mack that first taught me about the importance of listening to nature. No matter how much my mother threated about her brother’s salvation. Mack was probably one of the most spiritual man I knew.
An avid outdoorsman, he would often call the woods his cathedral. Sometimes he would just sit in his deer stand and do nothing but listen. I make no excuse for the fact he was an ethical hunter and fisherman. What he shot we ate, rather it was deer, wild hogs, squirrels, or rabbit. He had no tolerance for unethical or trophy hunters and would most definitely let them know. My point for all this is, stand by your convictions. Don’t be afraid to learn from those who earn your respect. Nature was mankind’s first teacher, to think otherwise is simply foolishness. So respect life, respect other’s opinions, listen compassionately, and debate civilly.
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