I need more time in nature. I need to make-take more time to feed my soul with the heady scents of ocean mist, warm pine, cooling eucalyptus, cabbage roses, new mown grass, and the living earth after the rain.
I need more time in nature to feel the teasing breeze, the gauntlet of wind flying down the canyon with dust for the sea, the spongy step of cool lawn, or shifting sand, hot, hurried and promising, on the way to waves; their rush and roar eternal, as I dive under the back-breaker rolling over me, to pop up, laughing and sputtering with my kids, on a day at the beach.
I need more time in nature and fewer dishes.
I need more time in nature and less cleaning.
I need more time in nature, a sky-full, a cup-full, a breath-full, a mouth-full, a heart-full a day.
I have been starved by the mundane in living.