Three years ago, I had the most wonderful opportunity to live on a tiny tropical island in Pacific Ocean near the Philippines. Although I could tell you a thousand things that happened, there was one night that stands out in my mind in a surprising way.
I was with three friends and we decided to take a night hike. I’m not sure how far it was, but we were out there for about four hours after sunset.
This trail was extremely rugged; it definitely brought out my adventurous side. We were undeniably in jungle land. Vines strong enough to swing from, enormous limestone rock formations, terrifying-looking but truthfully-harmless insects, singing birds, the love/hate relationship with constant humidity, and dense vegetation.
About halfway along the trail, we got to a “clearing.” It wasn’t necessarily a meadow, but trees went from being 3 feet apart to about 25 feet apart with very few bushes in between.
This new terrain made it extremely easy to see speckles of light kissing the forest floor all around me. I was an astronaut…but only it wasn’t the moon’s light getting past the tree canopy that gave the illusion I was in space.
The light was tinted bluish/green, and came from hundreds of bioluminescent mushrooms all around me. I started to tear up at the sight. I’ve seen these mushrooms up close before this moment, yet it was a different experience to see the vastness they covered in the jungle rather than just innocently peaking out from behind a fallen log.
I’ve had a lot of experiences with nature, but this encounter blew them all away by far.
The lines between microcosm and macrocosm were blurred and all that I could do was surrender to the wonder of the universe.
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