Why Do We Try To Control Everything? Instead Of Honoring The Earth

We have one home — earth.

The woods in my neighborhood

There is this time of day here in the mountains of Colombia; the sound of the nights begins, my favorite part of the day. The birds nesting in for the night, the sounds of the cicadas, bullfrogs, and a gentle hum from mother nature.

I can hear the river flowing from below in the valley. The sun begins to set behind the mountains the night sky envelops the hills.

The few sun rays left; light up the clouds that take their place behind the hill, off to sleep until the sun again wakes them up for another day to begin.

Views from my porch

How do we know when one day ends and another one begins without the cues from mother nature?

How are we sometimes so blind to what is right in front of our eyes? Do you ever wonder where time comes from and what does time mean?

Is it the setting of the sun and the rising of the sun? Who determined that one defines the other.

We, humans, did, but why?