Yes, I know I’m a pain with the international day of forests each year. In 2018, the chosen topic is the importance of urban forests.
I apologize in advance, but I’m going to start this post with a bit of philosophy. Let’s see. I used to be skeptical about this International Day of stuff until I got to Twitter. In that parallel world, every international day sparks conversations and starts discussions (some of them more enlightening than others) about topics that wouldn’t be in focus otherwise. It’s obvious that the people that are truly engaged with the problematic will talk about it for more than one day a year, but the interesting bit about international days is their ability to include a larger part of population in the conversation. This is obviously very enriching.
We’ve been on holiday. What has that to do with this blog? Well, I’d say it’s half relevant content, half off-topic because, among other places in northern Spain, we’ve been to the Asturian part of the Picos de Europa, one of the fifteen National Parks of the country. And, OK, you can also guess that this is a cheap excuse for not writing for a few weeks…
It wasn’t until I was 16 when I discovered what I wanted to do in my life. It was then when mountains as elder as time crushed me until I realized where was my place in the world. It was like a deafening noise that couldn’t be heard with the ear, but with the soul, whatever that would be. Since then I come back to Nature, to mountains, trees, rocks, forests, storms or the night sky as if it were a drug, to re-awaken that fleeting sensation of being no more than a small, disposable part of something magnificent.