From Awake in the Wild: Mindfulness in Nature as a Path of Self-Discovery
, by Mark Coleman I grew up in the transition zone between the suburbs and farmland, close to the North Sea in England. My friends and I spent our summers playing in farmers fields, creating burrows in hay stacks and tunnels through the wheat and barley fields. The most profound memory I have of that time is perhaps the simplest one. On one particular sunny day, around the time I was ten, I found myself spending the day alone. I tunneled through rows of wheat stalks and lay down in the middle of a fully ripened wheat field on a bed of dry grassy stalks. Held in a sea of warm grain that gently swayed in the breeze, I felt drunk on the musky, earthy fragrance all around me. Looking up at the deep blue sky through the golden heads of wheat, my heart was perfectly content. All seemed perfectly well in the world; everything was just as it should be.
