Where the land is not burdened by a layer of asphalt, where the horizon beckons with both beauty and mystery–these are the places that seed inspiration.
When considering the question of spirituality, my core beliefs would not be satisfied without Mother Nature. “Up close and personal” exposure to wide open spaces ignites my soul (I am betting that many Kate’s Real Food fans know exactly what I am talking about).
I have rested my gaze on many vistas in this beautiful country and beyond. While living in the Puget Sound area, I came across locals who failed to notice Mount Rainier when she was shining like a jewel on a clear day. They had become immune to her majesty. Let’s just say that no view can be appreciated when we take our surroundings for granted.
Although I have lived in many fast-paced cities, the hours and days spent away from those settings resonate most in my memory. As an urbanite, I sought out trails on the weekends far from my front door. The satisfaction of coming home dirty, with mud on my hiking boots or bike tires, gave me a kind of solace that simply cannot be found with sidewalks underfoot. I am sure this is what eventually drove me to live in a mountain valley, 6,200 feet above sea level.
For those of you currently living in the city, wide open spaces may feel like a novelty. Your daily peripheral is crowded with people and buildings, traffic lights, and car exhaust. It takes extra effort to remove oneself from this environment. But it’s out there. It beckons.
And when you land, when your feet are finally planted on unsullied terra firma, and the only thing that surrounds you is nature herself, breathe deep and exhale.