For more than 15 years, sceneries like this were not only for me to look at but to actually taste. Trekking rivers and streams, bathing in spring water falls and soaking in the sounds and silence of a forest – these were weekly blessings.
I did not know it then, but the Motherland was teaching me to love the gifts of nature, and more importantly, those gifts defining my roots as well. I know realize that loving our country without loving the land and the waters that comprise it is mostly an intellectual imagining. Loving the Motherland is not a rosy fantasy, it is an actual experience, a beautiful and physical reality.