Being moved my nature to me means being more connected to the interconnecteness of our environment and ourselves within that environment rather than being fragmented by small slices as the article shared. This connection can happen in urban or natural settings, I think it's about intention: connecting to what is there rather than being tethered to technology.
As for being lost and being guided by elements rather than any maps, yes, I can share a time in an urban environment and one in nature.
3am in Paris after dancing Tango, the metro was closed so I took a bus back to the neighborhood where I was staying with a friend. Though it was familiar in daylight, at 3am, it all looked quite different and in Paris many of the street signs are painted on the sideds of houses and buildings. The 3am bus also does not make the usual stops, so I was nearly a mile away from my friend's home. I had no GPS, only a small flip phone cell phone with a dead battery. I navigated by familiar landmarks: Sacre Coeur cathedral on the hill above gave perspective, then a cemetary I recalled, then a bakery I recalled, then a corner bistro, then a line of trees on either side of a stately street, I knew I was nearly at her doorstep. I found my way back thanks to paying attention to surrroundings rather than being glued to a cell phone.
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On Jan 16, 2019Susan wrote :
wow, what an adventure!! Love it! And yes, a great example of awareness and appreciationfor where we are and what is around us... certainly came in handy during those wee hour!!
On Jan 13, 2019 Kristin Pedemonti wrote :
As for being lost and being guided by elements rather than any maps, yes, I can share a time in an urban environment and one in nature.
3am in Paris after dancing Tango, the metro was closed so I took a bus back to the neighborhood where I was staying with a friend. Though it was familiar in daylight, at 3am, it all looked quite different and in Paris many of the street signs are painted on the sideds of houses and buildings. The 3am bus also does not make the usual stops, so I was nearly a mile away from my friend's home. I had no GPS, only a small flip phone cell phone with a dead battery. I navigated by familiar landmarks: Sacre Coeur cathedral on the hill above gave perspective, then a cemetary I recalled, then a bakery I recalled, then a corner bistro, then a line of trees on either side of a stately street, I knew I was nearly at her doorstep. I found my way back thanks to paying attention to surrroundings rather than being glued to a cell phone.