Wednesday, July 18, 2012

What makes some of us possessive of our nature—Mother Nature, that is?  Is it in our DNA?  Something that’s infused each and every fiber of our being since before we can recall?  Or is it something more sinister?  Something deep inside us that ticks away individual moments as if they might be the last?  As if these precious moments are all we have left?  That if we don’t go the extra mile to speak out for and protect Mother Nature’s wonders (these precious moments), then others will surely destroy that which we covet?

Yesterday, I blogged about when uninformed, inexperienced and careless individuals put themselves and others at risk to venture into the belly of Mother Nature.  Not that they take tentative steps or slowly build themselves to the necessary level.  No, what this particular type of person does is jump, without looking, into situations they have no business entering into, least not in that manner.  Ones that could get them or others hurt.

It’s the same careless thoughtless acts that cause many forest fires.  Those mighty infernos that obliterate plentitudes of innocent wildlife and lay waste to what was once a flourishing land.  Tossed aside cigarette butts…matches that aren’t quite snuffed out…these are the culprits careless people bring to nature that lays waste to her glory. 

So, too, is the case when sudden masses of individuals flock to extreme mountain trails.  How they discover them, I haven’t a clue.  And why those particular trails?  Why not something less intimidating?  More manageable for the beginner?  Someplace that won’t put them or innocent others at risk or lay bare the land—the beautiful land—to careless acts that destroy it?

I can’t recall a time when Mother Nature didn’t call to me.  When the hushed murmur of her melody didn’t caress my spirit and drive me to discover more about her.  Want to explore her more.  Crave all that she could teach me.  And in that quest of gained knowledge, drove me—has driven me—the entirety of my life to surround myself with nature.  To embrace her magnificence.

Call me a tree hugger.  A nature lover.  One who glorifies in basking in all Mother Nature has to offer.  Whatever you call me, know with absolute certainty that I am fiercely protective of all Mother Nature has to offer.