I think I've said this before. I guess that shows I really mean it. What I've said : that I don't like being told to love nature. I don't think wisdom or healing lies that way. Yes, of course love nature because it's wild and beautiful and mesmerising - but not as a woman will hold up a crystal swan, or a book of poems, and love them. Because we do not hold nature; we do not look in at it. We ourselves, we are nature.
I think we need to stop visiting nature, admiring it, loving it, wanting to protect it. I'm talking here about language and perspective. I think instead we need to start communicating with our fellow elements of nature, reweaving our broken bonds, and balancing once again our place in the world. Not just as a community, but individually - spiritually, physically. (And not just as individuals, but in community too. Because people are a forest, after all.)
For me, I love what nature loves : the nourishment and guidance it gets from the sun and the dark, the storms and the long bright sky silences. I love it like the birds love it, with symphonic prayers at morning and evening; I love it like the sea does, sighing and shifting; I love it like the trees and flowers and people do, reaching for the sun. It is my religion, the god and goddess, being and change.