When the volcano goes off, do you run from death or run toward life? Do you feel panic or its opposite, exhilaration? Both are modes of the same fear, are they not? It’s just that panic is obvious and exhilaration is clever.
Rare is the moment when ash spews and lava flows. Such an occasion promotes fear of death in us. That fear, dressed up as panic, has us running away from death. We want to remain alive and so we run. Simple. But that fear, costumed as exhilaration, has us running toward the volcano. We want to be part of the excitement. We want to feel spiritually and communally alive. Perhaps we want to help others escape. Or maybe we want to quietly perform rituals in nature.
We run from to avoid physical death. We run to because we feel dead inside already.
What happens when we simply be with it wherever we are? Perhaps hum a simple song? Make a little space in our hearts for all of its meaning? Feel spontaneously grateful without immediately imagining something to feel grateful for?
What does being naturally humble with Nature do?
Who is doing it?