Manifest for nature – Ileana Buzoianu
Usually, I write for myself. But now I am writing for nature. Why?
Because the nature was my first, second, third (and so on) house lately. There, in the nature, I can be with myself. I can forget for good all the social rules and be myself. I can interact with everthing that lives around me: bug, grass, the movement of the earth’s breath, the air embaling me, the light following me and the wind caressing me.
It may look like a clishee, i know, but those are unique feelings. Everybody feels them differently. And even for that difference between people, I feel sorry and pitty for those of us who can’t or don’t know how to appreciate the nature as it has to be appreciated.
For those people who understand by ‘going in the nature’ just a barbeque at the city limits. This is an activity as well, nothing’s bothering me. We have to understand that not everybody can go climbing, scuba diving or love the animals and plants. Unfortunately, these people don’t come just to enjoy the sights, sitting by the barbeque. They manage to lock up their neurons by digesting dozens of Mici. In this neuronal blindness, they forget to take the trash, to rake out the fire and to clean barbeque site.
Out of this grief for nature, I write for it. When people lose something, they tend to replace it. The most important thing is that we have to benefit from that replacement. I found ‘the replacement’ in nature by the expeditions organized by the Oxigen Association.
For some time, the nature became my home, the most kind of all, the main source of emotion, good vibrations, soft whispers which helped me move forward.
I’ve been living in nature and loving the nature since forever, but now, as I said earlier, I’ve discovered the nature as my own home and anyone or anything who steps with his boots on in ‘this house of mine’ makes me bitter.