Mother Nature may be forgiving this year, or next year, but eventually she's going to come around and whack you. You've got to be prepared.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I don't believe in messing with mother-nature too much.
For now, for this year, I need to be a good mother.
Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.
My mom is not trying to live vicariously through me.
I'm part of the tribe who have said goodbye to one parent and are feeling a sense of responsibility for the one who remains - in my case, my mother. How do I make her time smoother, happier? How do I try to ease her, a widow, away from the dark well of grief without dishonoring the necessity of that grief?
If you can't be in awe of Mother Nature, there's something wrong with you.
If you don't know how to die, don't worry; Nature will tell you what to do on the spot, fully and adequately. She will do this job perfectly for you; don't bother your head about it.
It seems to me like Mother Nature's mercy and forgiveness have run dry, as we ceaselessly abuse her and take her for granted in order for us to continue our addiction to using fossil fuels. I've gotta say, I don't blame her. Not one bit.
The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.
However much you knock at nature's door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.