On this island, there is no Wi-Fi, but there is a different kind of connection. The morning glory vines that crawl over my driftwood shelter are not "plants." They are relatives. When it rains, I do not run for cover; I stand in the downpour and remember that I am 70% water. This is the first lesson of : You are not in nature. You are nature, aware of itself.
Next entry: "Holy Nature - Enature - On The Desert Island -2... - The Tasting of Rain and the Geography of Bones." If you enjoyed this meditation, remember: You do not need a shipwreck to find a desert island. You only need to sit still in your own backyard and let the wild reclaim you. Close your laptop. Go outside. Begin your own Enature today. Holy Nature - Enature - On The Desert Island -1...
Tell the people in the steel towers that the sky is not a ceiling—it is an ocean of air. Tell the hurried ones that a breadfruit ripens slowly, and that is its perfection. Tell the lonely ones that when you are truly alone, you are never alone, because you merge with the hum of the gecko, the gossip of the waves, the silent scream of the volcano sleeping beneath your feet. On this island, there is no Wi-Fi, but