Iris and I just returned from a camping and kayaking trip to Algonquin Park for five days. There is something about nature that brings one back to a familiar and comforting sense of being. We talked about this and wondered why it was more common when we were younger. We agreed that we still experience it at times when we let go. Nature helps with this. It seems to provide moments for seeing a bigger perspective than our daily conventional lives can provide. But we agreed that we can have it in our daily lives. It has something to do with realizing a bigger truth and the mystery of life that we have come to forget in our pursuit of security and certainty. That seems to involve a remembering of a sort, not of an intellectual cerebral quality but more of an intuitive sense of what we are and where we came from ; not to be known as we have been taught to know. It is in that conventional knowing that we have forgotten. But nature hasn’t forgotten and in the end it seems to have the last say on things.