last night i walked home up central park west. its was beautiful outside. i was having a spiritual experience with the noah and the whale cd on my ipod. seriously. as i walked up the grid of manhattan on the concrete sidewalk, something wonderful stood out to me. the roots of a tree along the street that was coming through the sidewalk. i couldn't help but walk on top of them and follow them to the tree. all of a sudden i was head over heals for this tree. i went up to its bark and felt it. i don't remember the last time i have been this close to a tree. its sad. as i stood there, looking crazy to anyone who passed....i started to recall this old me. a me that lived in nature for months. a me that made fires and cooked on them. a me that swam in rivers and canoed on lakes. that tree was one of my only contacts with something not man made yesterday (in fact the only thing in many days). nyc is full of concrete and buildings and buses and everything built. the only thing i really am in contact with on a daily basis that is not man-made is man himself.

i miss you mother nature. maple trees that we tap to make syrup. geiko trees that we hang around. sleeping under the stars. the smell of the forest after in rains. thunderstorms! leafs under my feet. sand dunes. smores on a fire late at night. laying on docks looking for the little dipper. night swimming. i often forget. lifes big blessings.