One's relationship to nature is a deeply personal experience. To some it's best represented by a walk in the park, or along the river, or under a summer night's sky. To others it reaches its pinnacle in the study of a smell, a sound, the sight of a bird's egg, a gray whale, or lodgepole pine. And while all of nature is laid out before us to appreciate, not all is understood, known, or even knowable. But about human nature we do know at least one thing, which is that it embodies an irrepressible and infinite ability to create, to express, to give, and to share.
There is a contemplative   
in all of us,   
almost strangled   
but still alive,   
who carves quiet   
enjoyment of the Now,   
and longs to touch   
the seamless   
garment of silence   
which makes whole.