We were walking, my two friends and I, along a wide sandy beach, somewhere along the expansive Norfolk coastline. Our shared experiences had rendered a deep connection between us.
In a moment of shared silence I said, “I’d like to give you each a stone. Be with the stone – give it your love and energy. Invest an intention of yours into the stone. When spent, take a moment in solitude and offer it to the sea.”
We drifted apart, retreating into ourselves. Coming together, offerings made, atop a dune, we shared our gratitude and intentions.
The day unfolded. Through the light we moved into the twilight of dusk, walking through a woodland, somewhere above Norwich. We drummed. We sang. We shared.
“Was that nature connection?” I asked, turning around to Jenny in the back, on our way home from our day with the wind.
“Yeah,” she replied. “Any activity based in nature is a form of nature connection.”
Sunday was difficult. In our own way, we all felt unsettled. It’s as though my heart had been prized open and I was hurting, overwhelmed by all I could feel – experiencing the beauty and vigour of my presence.
I hadn’t realised how desperately I’d needed time away from the city – seizing up had become unconscious.
We resign our peace to the demands placed on our time. Our pathologies become normalised in plain site through our choices.
We can be nurtured and brought back to life – all we need to do is come back to the earth.