There are so many examples of how nature is just plain powerful.
Gigantic redwoods, ocean currents, strong mammals.
This is what I love about spending time outside- you’re forced to humble yourself when confronted with nature’s wild strength.
But if you’re observant enough, you’ll note that nature is also really vulnerable.
Introduce a species to the wrong ecosystem, disregard soil biology when farming, be too zealous or too reckless with fire control, or simply consume way too much and you’ll see how fragile these places we love really are.
It almost seems like a paradox. Nature is strong. Nature is vulnerable. It’s a contradiction, right?
Maybe it’s not. Maybe these things never were opposites to begin with.
The strongest people I know are also some of the most vulnerable, open hearted people, who aren’t afraid to show their scars.
They don’t sweep their fears under the rug, or dismiss them for good vibes only. They know how grieve and mourn with those who mourn. They own their mistakes and their humanness.
Strength and vulnerability. Hand in hand.