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Crazy About Nature

Holding degrees in philosophy and Law. Formal studies or certificates or degrees in business, theology, insurance and security. Ex-preacher.

Nothing LIke a Good Morning Hike

Sipping wild grape tea.

Sipping wild grape tea.

Seize the day

Seize the day

Probably Fine for This Piece

Not a Dream

I was lying in a meadow. First of the morning glow. Dew had settled. Droplets of water so little. Reading glasses were donned. Had to see clearly before it was gone. I reached out of my sleeping bag. Gave a dandelion a little wag. The dew seemed to enjoy. Into the air deployed. Then I squished the leaf. To give a scent of sweat relief.

Oh yes I remember my apple set out just right. All gone to my delight. The nighttime boar had got his treat. Creeping slowly with cloved feet. Back inside my bag so warm. Time to watch the sunrise swarm. Birds are first to call my name. Then the breeze does much the same. 100 foot trees to right and left. A small gurgling stream in a small cleft. The last of the whatever the frogs have to say. They will hide in heat of day.

I can hear the rapids in the creek nearby. Is this heaven, did I die. My elder child comes out of the cabin. That first cup of joe is so worth having. Up and at it on this day. A hike or fishing shall we play. A good long hike we will start our adventure. Fish will be jumping in eve for sure. As we start out cliffs begin to brighten. Our senses and joy to heighten. So often I hike the hike all alone. But with children all nature becomes home. We reach the pinnacle of our desire. The red rocks from sun now on fire.

Out with the thermos of homemade tea. Oh our peace you can feel and see. Some granola cooked the night before. How could any man want more. There it goes in surrender. The moons last gasp for to render. Sorry oh sorry time to go. The hike back home will not be slow. 100 feet away across the meadow. We smell eggs and bacon and so much more. The sound of family rising up. Family and nature fill my cup.

I think back on days of wealth. I gave it up for my health. Including food I count the cost. Less than a dollar at the most. Do not think this ride is free. It takes effort to let nature be. The cabin phone rings it is an oddity. A friend on the way asking if we need commodity. Consensus is we need lettuce and a bit of wine. Tonight’s fare will be cooked on open fire. All the trimmings of which we never tire. Let us hope a couple of fresh trout will be on the menu. Add some watercress and dandelion fed by dew. For sure some blackberries and fresh apples for a handmade pie. Wait to start until the first star in sky. Then a cooking fire for sure. And a campfire is de jour.

I Learned To Climb In Tree

The final fall.

The final fall.

The final Spring

The final Spring

It Is "My" Nature, I Am Responsible

I reckon I got just a bit home sick. Heck I get “Home sick” about my homes from Europe to Mexico to Asia. But it occurred to me that I really do not get “home” sick. I get “times” sick. It never really is the place, more like the space. People and adventures and marvelous human atmospheres. The awe inspired by our mother nature. No two rocks or cliffs the same. Especially no two smells the same. Oh that sense of smell triggering recollection. What a mind blower.

My youngest boy, Gabe and I had the privilege of picking up his elder brother at the airport just the other day. Now I dare say that the elder lets a month go by without a proper road/air trip. So hanging out with him is a highlight of a month. But then back home Gabe said certain smells reminded him of times and places with his siblings. After the 3rd time we had to sit in our dueling easy chairs and delve into the concept. Theories abounded but answers not so much.

So I literally can go back to the home I wrote about any time. My family has done the work of keeping it natural. That is a give and take tug of war. When a tree falls in the forest do you leave it be so it can rot, provide habitat for critters and creepy crawly things and then dissolve to replenish nutrients in the soil? Or do you clear it with axes and chainsaws and split the wood for a fireplace to prevent fuel for a forest fire? Heck the decision used to be harder than the work. But we nailed it. 50/50. Take a bunch and leave a bunch. Seems to me the field critters, bugs and birds find that works out well.

Well what I started to say was that what I said here is all accurate to my ability. The hikes, the dew, the streams and trout and family are not some meditative dream place. They are factual and my roots.

Just a Side Canyon

Who do we think we are?

Who do we think we are?

I Have a Few Plant Heroes

Pater noster, qui es in caelis,

sanctificetur nomen tuum.

Adveniat regnum tuum.

Fiat voluntas tua,

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sicut in caelo, et in terra.

Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie,

et dimitte nobis debita nostra,

sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris.

Et ne nos inducas in tentationem,

sed libera nos a malo.


Call me old fashion. I learned it that way. It sums up my feelings real well. Some would know it a bit more like this:

Our Heavenly Father, may your name be glorified.

May your kingdom come; may your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us our daily bread today.

And forgive us our offenses, as we forgive those who offend us.

And don't allow us to fall into temptation, but save us from evil.

Because the kingdom, power and glory are yours for ever and ever.


I am a strange duck sometimes in my thinking. I think heaven and hell are real. They are here on earth. God gave us nature as heaven. God gave us “things” that we may understand that worshipping them is hell. The kingdom was and is all wrapped up in that dew drop I woke up to and wake up to on so many occasions. O Great God help me to preserve heaven and eschew the things taken from it.

Maybe a few of the pictures will help you believe me. I was not just born blessed I was born with a burden. How easy to eradicate or “fence off” the boar. But how much easier to leave him an apple. If there are enough apples he will not root up my Iris bulbs.

I ask in ernest, do not become home or time sick. Shut your eyes and go to nature as best you can in your heart, mind and soul and send it your best intentions. When folks do that for me if I am troubled it helps. It has got to help mother nature also.

Now about that title. I relate to it for me. I will not tell you by whom but I am certifiably crazy. But a wonderful thing happens on the way to crazy. You can get all crazy about good stuff. Crazy really means different which it is OK to call weird. Crazy is a sanity that appears insane as compared to…. Strange works. I have never met a person who wakes up and studies, contemplates and is in awe of a single drop of dew. I do not know if I would like them. My ten year old gets me. So maybe I am not crazy, just a strange case of arrested development. Maybe we could go for a walk and be children. I would like that.


Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on November 10, 2020:

Ann I just spent a wonderful time out it the garden. We are a desert so when it rains plants just pop up everywhere. I one day they can grow an inch. Knowing that soon there will be little water they will disappear in just a week. Fascinating.

Thank you for your great comment. I like that each tiny bit.

Ann Carr from SW England on November 10, 2020:

Going for a walk and being children is a great idea, Eric! I love doing that with my grandchildren - seeing it all through their eyes never ceases to delight me.

This is wonderful - your prose poem to start with, then your subsequent offerings, all beautiful. I missed this somehow but I'm glad I got back to it (and that it hasn't gone to a niche site!).

I often scrutinise nature, each tiny bit, like your single drop of dew. Isn't it amazing.

I love your idea of being 'time' sick and I know what you mean. It's good to shut one's eyes and go back to all those lovely times and places; such a tonic and it always makes me smile and be thankful for the times and the memories of them.

Thanks for this awe-inspiring hub, Eric.


Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on November 06, 2020:

Denise that is very funny. I can see now. Aren't we a lucky lot whose parents taught us so well.

Denise McGill from Fresno CA on November 06, 2020:

The poem was so descriptive, it reminded me of my times camping in the open with my father and family. I woke once to a horse staring me in the face. I don't know how he got untied but I was looking directly up into his nostrils when I woke. Shocking.



Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on November 04, 2020:

Thank you Dora. You just reminded me to knock of having negative thoughts. Life is so good. I think we could easily conjure up that lack of gratitude is a sin.

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on November 04, 2020:

Eric, you have some deep philosophical thoughts about life and living. You challenge our thinking and we benefit. You are also blessed with opportunity to share such exciting adventures with your children.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on November 03, 2020:

Manatita I had a mentor for a bit, he happened to be a botanist and a tracker and hunter. He would say our feet were itchy and off we would go for a run. Poison Ivy had to be said as Toxicodendron radicans and of course cacti was Cactaceae. He thought that knowing about nature, as much as we could, grounded us to mother earth.

He was the one who got me sleeping outside instead of inside.

manatita44 from london on November 03, 2020:

The middle Path, yes. Many teachers quote Buddha on that, even my Guruji sometimes. Sensible and practical. Kabbalah speaks of being 'Grounded.'

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on November 02, 2020:

Manatita I was out for my 30 minute stroll around our neighborhood. I have neighbors to greet and full inspections of gardens to do. I noticed an ant trail and followed it. Someone is letting their papaya get too ripe.

This business about Phillipians 4 and yet not letting circumstance and the outside become us is wonderful.

I mean no disrespect for not knowing source. Balance is paramount in our spiritual awakening -- I believe Chinmoy.

manatita44 from london on November 02, 2020:

You cannot be born with both, Bro. You were born with a blessing disguised as a burden. It's a bit like Love carrying us all the time, but we may think its pain or suffering, as She hides in Her trials. Haha.

Your lyrics are beautiful, Bro! You're on a roll and yes, I guess nature was made for you.

"Remember, not the soul for nature, but nature for the soul." - Swami Vivekananda.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on November 02, 2020:

Thank you Chrish that is high compliment indeed.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on November 02, 2020:

Devika your connection comes through clearly in your articles and wonderful pictures. Thank you for bringing me along so often.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on November 02, 2020:

Linda of course I had to pull up the prayer for spelling purposes. I would suppose very few are still around who attended when a service had the Priest face the altar and recite the prayer in Latin. But not to worry we had the bells to tell us what to do.

The other day was the first time I saw reverse scent association and recognized it. The thought of other people triggered the smell. ????

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on November 02, 2020:

Flourish I remember it is like Spanish and you is ti I think so gratias tibbi. The train has probably left the station but they say thinking on such is a good prevention for dimentia.

Chrish Canosa from Manila Philippines on November 02, 2020:

I couldn't say more, the message of your article sounds like the great Plato's metaphysical dialogues.

"Never stop Playing" :-)

An awesome Tuesday to you!

A bunge of love from the philippines

Devika Primić from Dubrovnik, Croatia on November 02, 2020:

Nature my friend is part of my life in Croatia, I live in a mountainous region, walk daily and enjoy what I have around me. Nature in its true form. At least I can comment here.

Linda Lum from Washington State, USA on November 01, 2020:

Eric, with the first paragraph I fell in love with this article. You are sharing a story, but poetic.

The photos are breath-taking. But, that's not the point. The sense of smell is immovable. Memories of sound and sight can be re-imagined, expanded on, become more than they were. But the sense of smell remains with us, unaltered. When we pick up that scent, whatever it is, it transports us back to that first moment. You have described this perfectly.

Thank you my dear friend for this. A wonderful gift for the start of a new week. (BTW I didn't know that I knew the Lord's Prayer in Latin, but the first words somehow popped into my brain. I knew what you were sharing. Thank you again!).

FlourishAnyway from USA on November 01, 2020:

Those photos are phenomenal and the Latin well wow. You are a bit different but I like it.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on November 01, 2020:

MG a big howdy and thanks to you. I am not sure so far about the day. I set a timer. In 20 minutes and counting I will sit with my bougainvillea and marvel at the petals. Sometimes I just have to schedule nature in.

MG Singh emge from Singapore on November 01, 2020:

Eric, this is a nice dreamy article and after reading it you get the feeling you must read it once more. All credit to you for creating a wonderful picture of this world.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on November 01, 2020:

Friend Chitrangada that first picture is from the day and at the place described. Your peace precedes you and it is clear it is enhanced by nature. That love connects us.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on November 01, 2020:

Thanks Bill. Gabe and I had the "Ugly Duckling" talk yesterday. We agreed that the duck and the swan should live in harmony as with nature everything has it's home.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on November 01, 2020:

Thank you Nithya. We are all blessed with nature. But really not that many blessed with an appreciation for it. That is really the strange part. I cannot imagine.

Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on November 01, 2020:

Beautifully written and your love for Nature is well expressed. I am no different and may be a little crazy about it as well. Nature walks are therapeutic to me, and indeed good for the body, mind and soul.

Those pictures at the beginning are excellent and so is your poetic expressions.

Thank you for sharing.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on November 01, 2020:

Thank you Bill, it was a pleasure to write and I hope you got a blessing from it.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on November 01, 2020:

Mike this one was fun because I got to go there in my mind in order to write it. I think this day was about August 20th 2018. There is something going on there where nature creates clarity of memory. Thanks for reading and commenting.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on November 01, 2020:

Lorna I thank you. Sometimes I put on my trekking mindset to get from here to there and back. Without a 45 pound pack I can fly. So this morning at dawn - (back to standard time) I hit a good vertical. Just the breathing slowed me down a bit. That was what I needed. Slow down Eric and soak in the nature.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on November 01, 2020:

Liz we had no trick or treat in our neighborhood. But my boy and I did get out to hike one of our favorite canyons. I think it lessoned the bummer.

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on November 01, 2020:

You are a strange duck, for sure, but having raised ducks, I happen to be quite fond of them.

Can life get any better, buddy? Let's find out!

Nithya Venkat from Dubai on November 01, 2020:

Nature is God’s gift, a treasure to be cherished. I loved the Not a Dream poetic verse. Beautifully penned. I am crazy about nature too and I get the magic of a single dew drop.

William Kovacic from Pleasant Gap, PA on November 01, 2020:

You painted a beautiful picture here, Buddy. And as always, it gives much to think about. Thank you.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on November 01, 2020:

John my high school Latin text book was handed down to me by two of my elder siblings. My dad was partly raised by Jesuits. Well at least I can pronounce most of it. That and prayers.

Readmikenow on November 01, 2020:

Excellent article. I enjoyed reading it. I believe there is nothing more relaxing than spending time in nature.

Lorna Lamon on November 01, 2020:

I think 'The Lord's Prayer' in Latin is quite beautiful and took me back to school where we had to recite it in Friday Mass. There is something healing and reassuring in Nature's patterns which always give me hope. I feel closest to God when I am climbing or out in nature. After all nature is what we all have in common. A wonderful write Eric which I thoroughly enjoyed.

Liz Westwood from UK on November 01, 2020:

I really appreciated this article. In the UK we are headed for a time of lockdown. It's good to be reminded of the natural world around us. The Lord's Prayer in Latin is a treat. I am encouraged that even after all these years, I can still recall some of my Latin studies.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on October 31, 2020:

Happy, I saw it on a show. The dude woke up and turned on televisions. Wow! I think 30 years ago I was there and just cannot remember it. But I remember the smell of Juniper from a fire on Second Mesa and the dances. Probably not your nation.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on October 31, 2020:

Thanks John. I feel a bit off the beat sometimes. My boy is no help. He asked why a blade of grass is less than a rose pedal. On the other hand he pushed me through 200 feet of a vertical climb up a cliff today. I reckon children are nature.

Eric Dierker (author) from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on October 31, 2020:

My friend Pamela. Halloween and I as our ritual I dress up as a gate keeper as the boy and mom prance down the street in anticipation of wonders and frights.

But this year they will only go to three houses. And my home is dark.

But nobody told the moon. Hoorah for what we have not yet messed up.

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on October 31, 2020:

Latin/ the same.

Mr. Happy from Toronto, Canada on October 31, 2020:

Hey, You know some Latin. Thank You for your homage to my ancestors! I appreciate it. "Old fashion" is alright too sometimes.

"If there are enough apples he will not root up my Iris bulbs." - Sure You can give them more apples but they can have litters all year round and up to ten at a time so ... sooner or later You run out of apples. It's not sustainable in my opinion. Just like humans are unsustainable at a certain point. Where is that point? I do sure wish we will not get there to see.

"It Is "My" Nature, I Am Responsible" - Whichever way You get to "responsible" and/or "respect" towards Nature, I am grateful. For me, I am Nature. So, there isn't even a question about being responsible, or not. I am Nature.

"Nothing LIke a Good Morning Hike" - I do love morning hikes. They can set the pace for a perfect day. Unlike turning on the tv and listening to the news. Haha!!

Anyway, I do wish You guys will behave yourselves next week. No civil war allowed after Tuesday!! Haha!! Best of luck - cheers!

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on October 31, 2020:

I don’t know where to start in my praise for this article. The poetry was great and told the story perfectly. The Lord’s Prayer in Spanish...well I think it was. Your love and wonder of nature and family is evident in every word. If admiring a dewdrop on a dandelion is crazy...give me crazy any day of the week. Thank you Eric.

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on October 31, 2020:

Eric, It sounds like you have had an interesting life with all of your travels and your wonderful family. You must have a load of wonderful memories.

I agree that nature is a blessing, and I particularly love autumn. What a blessing you have with your ten year old son. I think maybe hell could be this election! LOL This is a great article, Eric. Have a wonderful weekend. Blessings for you and your family.

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