There's just something about a landscape; something that I love. Now, I wouldn't call myself an optimist but something about a landscape makes me happy, almost renewed. To really just go be in nature is...is beautiful. I don't mean your "hippie high-fivin tree-huggin one with nature" in nature. I mean just go to a field, pop a squat, and open your eyes.
Man has always been fascinated with the landscape. How is it that the best photographs are taken in/of a landscape with that oh so perfect natural lighting? How is it possible that people are so drawn to a painting of nature, of a never-ending landscape, or drawn to the imagery of rolling fields or giant forests? Because it's hypnotic, entrancing! Nothing is more perfect and pure than a landscape.
There's something to say about Romantics, those who believed so strongly that you could be one with God if you're one with nature. While I don't believe that exactly, I passionately believe there's a view, an understanding of God you can only glean while being in nature. It's incredible the emotions you can experience just sitting and watching a never-ending field of waving grass go on forever flirting with the blue skyline. All of a sudden you feel as light and free as the blades you're observing and there's a trust you experience that is incomprehensible. No worries, no burdens, nothing but you, a landscape, and God. There's a symphony of sounds that creates a melody more entrancing than any human endeavor. And there's a deeper sense that suddenly you understand. You understand that you don't understand. That you couldn't possibly comprehend the mind and hand of God. Yet, instead of a feeling of being very small or overwhelmed, you feel satisfied. You're okay with being a minuscule speck because, well, because you are.
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