i am deeply in love with life.
i journal more when i am away from the ordinary, any time i am away from home, even on a short trip, i feel i need to document my thoughts.
feb. 26, 2005:
These Georgian mountains have never, in all the years ive visited them, provoked as much awe and grabbed my insides so urgently and violently as they have today. I lack any words and am finding conversation with my father hard and distant-i seem to be suspended here in a less human state, one that isnt satisfied with vocal communication.
The air here has a higher concentration of oxygen and its noticibly cleaner inside my lungs; i become light-headed after deep breathing and exercise, which here, is much easier to pursue. The landscape is unbelievable, and i use that for it's true meaning and not as an appropriate adjective. I honestly cannot believe that any of this is real. The distant and rolling mountains that set the background here are so full of beauty they are almost incomprehensable. I am so completely unfamiliar with nature that i can percieve it in only one way, by associating it with art. The deep colors and textures here seem to be painted onto a canvas, as though some person spent hours with a brush creating the perfect shades and shapes. It is so warped that the only way i can truley grasp the beauty of this place is by associating it with art, created by humans, to mimick it. It's sad that what most of us are more familiar with are made by man and the only way most of us can appreicate nature and beauty is to admire imitations of it in the perceptions of others, and the earth's real beauty is fading rapidly. All of this sounds so cliche and has been said so many times before, people being impressed by nature, trying to find words for the feelings it provokes...but somehow that dosen't take away from my meaning, it even enforces it more, ensures that, by being cliche, it is known by others and is universal.
I'm really enjoying being in the woods, surrounded by all of these animals and trees and plants and water-there is so much water here. The ground everywhere is damp and there are so many little mountain streams that run like veins up and over and through them. Right now i want to lay over the earth and forget that i exist and i want to slowly turn into liquid and seep into the dirt and become part of the planet.
feb. 26, 2005:
These Georgian mountains have never, in all the years ive visited them, provoked as much awe and grabbed my insides so urgently and violently as they have today. I lack any words and am finding conversation with my father hard and distant-i seem to be suspended here in a less human state, one that isnt satisfied with vocal communication.
The air here has a higher concentration of oxygen and its noticibly cleaner inside my lungs; i become light-headed after deep breathing and exercise, which here, is much easier to pursue. The landscape is unbelievable, and i use that for it's true meaning and not as an appropriate adjective. I honestly cannot believe that any of this is real. The distant and rolling mountains that set the background here are so full of beauty they are almost incomprehensable. I am so completely unfamiliar with nature that i can percieve it in only one way, by associating it with art. The deep colors and textures here seem to be painted onto a canvas, as though some person spent hours with a brush creating the perfect shades and shapes. It is so warped that the only way i can truley grasp the beauty of this place is by associating it with art, created by humans, to mimick it. It's sad that what most of us are more familiar with are made by man and the only way most of us can appreicate nature and beauty is to admire imitations of it in the perceptions of others, and the earth's real beauty is fading rapidly. All of this sounds so cliche and has been said so many times before, people being impressed by nature, trying to find words for the feelings it provokes...but somehow that dosen't take away from my meaning, it even enforces it more, ensures that, by being cliche, it is known by others and is universal.
I'm really enjoying being in the woods, surrounded by all of these animals and trees and plants and water-there is so much water here. The ground everywhere is damp and there are so many little mountain streams that run like veins up and over and through them. Right now i want to lay over the earth and forget that i exist and i want to slowly turn into liquid and seep into the dirt and become part of the planet.