Today I went to a small secret place on the Island where I live. In the deep dark shiny woods, you can find it, along with all the elves, gnomes, trolls and pixies. It is a hippie community born out of the sixties and still very much alive.
When I am in tune with nature, my actions come from a place of calmness, a place of beingness. It feels simple. When I am in tune, I do not seek outside of myself to validate my worth. I feel my worth a thousand-fold, I respect and honor myself.