06/07/2026
I’ve spent the last few weeks reading through the Bhagavad Gita, and what struck me most was how many of its teachings I’ve already learned from nature.
The sky doesn’t resist the storm.
The river doesn’t cling to where it’s been.
The moon doesn’t stay full forever.
Everything changes, moves, grows, releases, and begins again.
For years, nature has been my greatest teacher. Long before I understood concepts like surrender, presence, or non-attachment, I experienced them outside. On trails. In rivers. Watching storms roll across Montana skies. Practicing yoga under the sun, the wind, and sometimes the rain.
One teaching from the Gita continues to stay with me:
You are not the weather. You are the sky.
Thoughts come and go.
Emotions come and go.
Seasons come and go.
But beneath all of it is something steady.
The older I get, the less I believe peace comes from controlling life and the more I believe it comes from participating fully while trusting the unfolding.
Maybe that’s why I love teaching outside so much. Nature has a way of reminding us of truths we already know, but sometimes forget.
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