by Michelle Montoro
The Power of Nature
This Summer, I headed out to Lake Bonaparte to take some photos. I started out in clothes. And I ended up naked. In the woods and in the lake. It may very well be one of the most liberating things I have ever done.
Liberating and inspiring. For how much closer can we actually get to the Earth and the Universe than by stripping down to our most vulnerable form and connecting with Nature…in body and mind?
Connecting to the Earth is so important. It breathes new life into our creative source. It gives us a clearer pathway to access the Author of all things.
When we can stand naked in the face of Mother Nature and all of her most powerful, most beautiful strength and wisdom, we can absorb so much more of the energy that flows among us, between us, around us, and within us.
For the first time in my adult life, I finally realized the magic that can happen when we connect this way. Alone in the woods, near the water, in the presence of the mightiest origin of all…Earth, the Universe, and everything that flows and grows without human assistance and despite human intervention.
At the heart of Nature, we cannot destroy any of it. We merely stand as helpless infants suckling from the sustenance that nourishes not only our bodies, but our minds and our souls.
Naked in the woods, we can witness power beyond our words and our understanding. Epiphanies fall from the sky like meteors. Revelations abound as a swarm of black flies, nipping at us to pay attention. Pay close attention otherwise you will never be able to unravel it all.
But if you strip it down completely, you are left with a pristine canvas that begins to offer multitudes of mystical visions from which our virtuosity can begin to compose anew once again.
When inspiration seems to be lost and your muse seems to have gone missing, they are probably hiding in the woods near the lake waiting for you to become vulnerable again. Go be vulnerable.
The Power of Water
We are made of water. We are grown in water. Water is an essential source of life. We cannot exist without it. So it only makes sense that returning to water would provide us with nourishment for every part of our being.
It feeds, it fuels, it cleanses. It purifies, it energizes, it calms. It can warm us, cool us, and hydrate us. It allows us to see our own reflections and the reflections of everything in its presence. It provides new perspective. It permeates every aspect of life on earth. There is nothing that can exist without it.
It gives life and it can very quickly take life away. Contaminated water, open water, water that comes down in torrential and violent storms. It demands our respect for the power that it holds, the power that it gives, the power that it creates.
Up to 60% of our bodies are composed of water. Without it, we would be shriveled up piles of dry and crackly bone. It makes our skin supple, our hair shine, and our eyes glow. It literally gives us our beauty. As a thing that demands respect and composes the majority of the human body, doesn’t it make sense that we should also respect our bodies as well.
Our bodies hold that same kind of power. The power of life and breath. The power of animation and being still. The power to sit, stand, walk, and create.
We should all take the time to go to the water and recognize its power. And then feel how it connects to us. See the beauty in everything that it touches and you will see the beauty in your own form.
Are you giving the proper respect to the water, to the earth, to nature?
Michelle is a stay-at-home mother of two boys, an Army wife, a passionate scholar, and a lover of words with a driving desire to help others in the pursuit of becoming the best possible versions of themselves. With a background that includes coaching, mental health counseling, philosophy, English, and law, she strives to reach people by sharing her personal stories of struggles and successes. By always keeping it raw and genuine, she reaches her readers on a level that is real and comforting, always accepting and never judgmental.
You can read more of Michelle’s story and what she shares about her life on her blog Shelbee on the Edge.