My first memorable experience of exploring and spending time in nature?
Well are we different from nature, aren’t we a part of it?
I grew in a small village that was cosmopolitan in nature. Geographically located on a barren hill-top surrounded by woods, that has vanished over the last few years. Beyond the woods were the villages with fields, rivulets, and no electricity. Of course there was also a sprawling temple town too.
Culturally the villages had their philosophical accept life as it comes, (I agree with Miss Marple here) lifestyle, The happenings there could shock the daylights out of our prudish urbanites that are so busy with existing that they don’t even experience the mundane.
I grew up skipping barefoot on the hills of Manipal, jumping the streams at Belmaar, trying to trap the tadpole in the rain puddles. The fields the woods picking up mangoes and cashew from trees. Open sanitation that created a part of the persona. That’s where I discovered forests have their own personalities, not the visible ones like the sunderbans being different from the forests of nilagiri, or the deciduous forests of the Himalayas, I mean the sounds, their gossips, their rustling whispers and friends. A voice that speaks up when you enter their sound and rustling whispers and smells, a voice that uniquely belongs to this forest, true its individual trees than to a species.
When we modified the nature’s abundance to suit us, we altered something, to suit our nature.
To quote Albert Einstein at the end of the day, a human being is part of the whole called by us as universe. A part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest. A kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to pour personal desire and affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures.