I’ve said it before, “I’m a nature freak.” I love the sound of the wind, the chirping of a bird, the chatter of a squirrel. I love the sunshine, the rain, a thunderstorm. But what I love the most is the freedom it represents.
Nature doesn’t pretend to be something it’s not. It doesn’t try to conform to the wishes of others. It doesn’t kill itself climbing the dilapidated ladder of success. It is what it is.
That’s how I thrive to be; free as a bird, strong as a tree, beautiful as a wildflower . . . what you see is what you get.