As I’m writing this, Dylan and me are traveling with my parents up north to spend a few days in their cabin. As the landscape is flashing by my window, the beautiful nature is just so overwhelming. I don’t know if it’s last weeks horrible attack in Stockholm that’s made life, and everything in it, feel even more precious, beautiful and fragile…
Or maybe age has given me a better view of what true beauty is. The forest that grows wild and all the mountains and creeks are sweeping me off my feet, and in my mind I image how people who used to live off this land used to look in these surroundings. Did they wake up every morning thinking “wow”?
When did we start taking nature for granted? And how do we find the way back to living with nature rather than off it? I heard this beautiful quote the other week from Einstein: “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as if nothing is a miracle. The other is as if everything is a miracle”.
Well, getting older is definitely making me more of a “glass-half-full” kind of gal. Hopefully, one day, I too will see all the billions of miracles around me, and truly appreciate them.