The natural world is typically seen as an unbalanced structure characterized by individual movements of all life whose inclusive path is aimless and in many ways unpredictable.
My perception of nature developed from the idea of lively plants and animals to personal growth, life experiences, to something that is exclusively inconceivable to the human mind. There is merely an upper limit on human capability to understand the laws of nature. Perhaps with time humans may discover new ways of overcoming its limit, being the human mind has a natural desire for complete knowledge. Despite how complex nature seems to be, there have been moments where I felt connected to what I understood …show more content…
The sharp smell never fails to pierce through my mind, spilling the past while causing temporary paralysis as I stare into myself. I find this to being more significant at one particular place and the more I enter this state of mind, the more I realize how small I am compared to the universe, it’s a heavenly thought. As a child, my parents routinely made an effort to take trips towards the outskirts of Los Angeles. Isolated areas where insects and animals replaced human beings while trees superseded buildings had become, in a way, our second home. The idea of having this second home inspired and encouraged me to travel both physically and spiritually, leading me to experiences that initiated my individual depiction of nature. However, no matter the area I was in nor the spiritual journey taken, I have never connected to nature like I normally do whilst at Sycamore Canyon. The oldest experience that I can distinguishably remember when I began to understand nature, was when I was about seven years …show more content…
Silence was in a state of flux, the sound of ocean waves acted as its compressor. The dynamic range was inverted. The quietest parts seemed enhanced and amplified while all suggestion of city life was attenuated. I can hear the ocean breathing heavily as I occasionally felt small droplets of cold water and sand brush my face. The leaves of the trees casually danced among themselves while insects plagued with insomnia played soothing instinctive melodies that carried on indefinitely throughout the night. I found it captivating and it triggered my desire to take a night walk on the beach like I have in the past. I was sure to stay true to keeping my ritual of nightly beach walks alive. It’s not like I have never been on the beach at night, it was more than that. This particular beach was isolated and freed from proprietorship. The blackness was only accompanied by the sounds of water resonating from sizeable rocks and the sight of immeasurable amounts of plankton being carried by the waves and buried underneath the sand. As the waves crashed onto the shore, the bioluminescent plankton would signal their stress by glowing a vibrant blue. The seawater would collapse and stretch out as far as possible, spreading itself thin while creating a mirrored effect of the sky above it. I felt tied to everything around me in that moment. The past seemed to join my present and it gave me hope for the