Just like in dancing, where you have to anticipate your partner's moves, in a bureaucratic environment, you must anticipate the expectations and processes of the involved parties. Unfortunately, it's a planned choreography, a dance routine within a set framework. There's no room for creativity, personal style, or interpretation. It remains an organizational structure characterized by hierarchy, rules, procedures, and formal processes. The complex administrative systems are truly exhausting; our feet must constantly synchronize to form a harmonious whole. We learn to approach it smoothly and elegantly. The contrast with our previous life is significant. Collaboration is sometimes very complex, just like coordinating dancers with different skill levels. It also requires a lot of patience, perseverance, and diplomacy to overcome obstacles and achieve our goals, but once united, it resembles ballet, meticulously executed and meticulously cared for.
Like bureaucracy, finding balance in nature requires more flexibility and the ability to improvise in response to essential changes; it's like spontaneously dancing. It begins with listening to the subtle sounds and signals of the natural environment: the crackling of branches, the sight of colors and textures, and above all, the movement of animals and plants. Step by step, we develop a deeper awareness and learn to let go to create a connection with nature.
In the tranquil morning mist, the forest stretches out before us as we sip our first coffee. Among the majestic trees, deer and roe deer frolic, their elegant silhouettes gracefully moving through the dense undergrowth. With nimble leaps and gentle touches, they gather leaves like delicate dancers brushing against the airy branches. They seem to meld with their surroundings, blending into the natural rhythms of the forest. Their presence adds a touch of grace to the landscape, contributing to the cycles of growth and renewal by feeding on leaves and helping the forests thrive.
We learn to smile as the wild boar, with its powerful snout, turns our green carpet into a sea of mud, leaving deep tracks in the earth. We also see small sturdy paws kicking. It's a mother with her young; we let them revel in their wild adventure.
When we look up, amidst the towering trees, the birds form a bustling metropolis. Their songs fill the air like the hum of a busy city. As inhabitants of this vibrant city, they greedily plunder the fruits of the trees, leaving no cherry or nut spared. Above the forest, large birds of prey soar as kings of the sky, circling high above the treetops with impressive grace and power, their keen eyes focused on the world below. Their presence casts a shadow of silence over the woods. Small birds quiet their songs, their cheerful tunes fading out of respect for the rulers of the sky.
In the summer, the forest is overwhelmed by the sound of cicadas, their buzzing resembling the rhythmic beat of a techno party. The repetitive sound fills the air, pulsating and exhilarating, as if nature itself has become a dance floor. Each leaf seems to tremble to the cadence of their song, while the warm sun rays make the forest vibrate with life.
Under this sonorous tune, all other sounds seem to fade away, making the cicadas the true rhythm of the season. As the sun sets and evening falls, the cicadas tirelessly continue their musical serenade. Their sound fills the warm summer evening with enchanting energy, bringing the forest to life with a magical ambiance that only summer can bring.
Once in a while, as we stroll through the forest, we glimpse his cunning figure, perched high on a hilltop, his golden eyes gleaming in the soft light of the setting sun. We feel an unexplainable bond with the curious fox. Perhaps it's his playful nature, his determination to survive, or his graceful beauty that makes us wonder and reminds us that even in the wilderness, there's always room for friendship.
Under the moon’s silver glow, we see a porcupine among the trees. It moves cautiously, its sharp senses alert to every sound echoing through the dark forest. The porcupine is a solitary soul, accustomed to the silence of the night. While the world sleeps, it explores its territory, its instincts sharp as the points of its quills. Thus, it wanders on as a solitary traveler until the first rays of the morning sun dispel the darkness.
It surprises us that each species plays its role in the eternal ballet of life and death on the mountain, as humble spectators, we can learn from the dance of life on the mountain and strive for a more harmonious relationship with our environment and that is why the mountains are our happy place.
