The Paradox of Overstimulation

Nature is a tricky fellow. 

One who whispers with a quiet strength and lack of technocratic stimuli, beckoning me like a siren.

“On the trail, my senses erupted like a volcano. Pine, wet rock, moldy wood, fungi - the scents assaulted my nostrils. Birds chirped, squirrels chattered, bears rustled, bees buzzed. Waterfalls roared, rivers rushed, glaciers creaked.”

Organized chaos of the most profound sort.

Perhaps what we perceive as "too much" is actually life at its fullest volume.

Offering us its most vibrant experiences. 

Waiting for us to tune out the digital and tune into (and turn up) the analog