I can really understand now the difference of an environment that is nurturing, and an environment that is depleting. I couldn’t hear myself amidst the noise and energy of 5 million people and the industry it takes to sustain them. I had to check out a lot, because to be so present in that place hurt. In Roslyn, WA there are only 900 people. When I hike up on the ridge, and I see the little town like a tiny mole in the midst of so many trees and mountains – and I can see how slight and insignificant we humans really are- and it makes me feel really good for some reason, comforted actually; I am able to hear Her voice resounding as loud as any civilization.
When people stress me out, which they inevitably do no matter where you go, I go into my backyard and simply listen to the wind in the trees, or marvel at the sky which has no flatness to it up here, but more like a fishbowl quality. Sometimes the clouds drop down to touch the still snow-peaked mountains. When I come back I feel fed. I am full.