Summer is always a trial. Blue skies beckon. Warm breeze blows gently. Pulling at every cell and memory in our bodies. Raising our longing for the tropical tidal pools of our childhood beaches.
Now long lost to resort developers bent on cashing in on the big bucks that tourists and travelers throw in our pursuit of fast disappearing paradise.
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| PROBE. An aerial shot shows the mangrove area in Paknaan, Mandaue City facing Cansaga Bay, where a developer has allegedly cut some mangrove trees. (SunStar photo / Allan Cuizon) |
These places live on in our minds. Enhanced by accumulated years walking over pavement and cement. Our eyes thirsting for the deep shadowy greens of canopy cover and the rustling of leaves.
Much as we love our urban landscapes our reptilian brains rebel and resist. Wanting to run naked and wild. Diving and dipping into salty surf or sweet streams. Born free. Unbound. Barefoot.
Immersed in nature. Nothing man made surrounding us. In tune with Mother Earth. Breathing in her rhythm and pulse.
The longer the gaps between our escapes and escapades into Nature the harder it is on our psyche and our selves.
We look to replace this in however way we can. Pampering. De-stressing. Venting.
Meditation. Yoga. Rolling in bed. Vegging on couches. Spa treatments. Sound baths. Forest bathing. Chilling in countless varieties and variations.
Temporary fixes that only last so long and fade too soon. We are a race too invested in the race.
Take your time. Really? What a sacrilegious waste! Even as we long for it we are too guilty to indulge. Much less immerse fully.
Breathe deep in the earth's vibration. Do we remember how to do this? How often or long can we stay in this space? Or would we rather hyperventilate our way through life?
Chasing. Panting. Pursued and in pursuit of an ever out of reach reality.
Green and growing or in atrophy? Always a choice.
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