I was reading a blog by a fellow classmate (http://marnature.blogspot.com ) entitled “No Smoking Allowed.” In this particular posting the “power of place” struck a chord. Apparently, she is a smoker who loves to visit the public gardens near her home, but she refuses to combine the two things. She refers to it as “some unspoken code of conduct.” This got me thinking. Does nature unconsciously dictate our actions?
We like to think that we have control over our own actions, but do we really? For instance, every time I walk past or through a cemetery I feel this unspeakable need to whisper. It’s like I would be breaking some kind of law if I spoke any louder.
Another example comes to mind. As a child I loved to go out and pick wildflowers from my backyard. I stumbled across a patch of tiger lilies once, but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to pluck them. These didn’t grow everywhere in my yard like the other flowers. These were an isolated clump that for some reason my youthful innocence would not let me pick. They were special.
So do we really have complete control over how we relate and interact with nature, or is nature really the guide?
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Interesting that we'd both pick that same entry of Mark Anthony's to respond to this week!
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