The trees have been her scripture and earth her revelation. ~Amitav Ghosh
Camping and backpacking used to be a passion for me. There were few better feelings than sleeping beneath a canopy of stars on a cool night serenaded by night creatures, wakened by the song of gentle flowers in flight.
Earth was my God, nature revelatory scripture open for daily study, sustenance for my thirsty spirit, a salve for my tortured soul.
Does the fact I have not graced a tent in years indicate a fall from grace? Is this what it feels like to be a fallen angel? Am I a blasphemer because I don’t suckle on the honey of nighttime stars? Will Mother accept the return of this prodigal or am I already condemned to hell?