Mother Nature’s Cocoon
Rutherford, New South Wales
Oh my, oh my, Kate thought to herself.
Her childhood was quite lousy and still to this point is … where she sat confessing her deepest feelings to me her only really true and closest friend of how she is the middle child in her city urbanised family flat. One older brother and an annoying prissy little sister who always seems to be getting on Kate’s nerves, but she never really wishes to go into much detail of her home life if you don’t mind me saying. Perhaps it is because her older brother is so talented at music and they favour her younger sister because she is like the perfect angelic grammar school child with the little halo and wings if they could possibly sprout out of a child!
I once asked Kate what attention she received from her parents and was horrified, a thousand daggers stabbing at my chest an eerie silence to learn that she receives NONE at all!
You’re probably thinking that my friend Kate has some problems, but her story delves deeper than this as she is almost always weeping cold icy droplets sliding down her cheeks, her eyes always inflamed redder than a tomato, her thoughts buzzing with different things each second; racing a thousand miles per minute.
Perhaps this is because beneath her skin and bones, she is caught between the little games of high school and the fear of adulthood.
Maybe, that is why she has now lost contact with me her only true friend (who now is unfortunately living half way across the World). I regularly try and contact her with no prevail, it chills me constantly to my spine, it is like I am in eternal darkness; but I know Kate must be feeling worse than what I feel.
One day I did see Kate again, on a visit to her small much now greatly so urbanised city, she was lying in a hammock. The hammock like her safety net, cocooning and enveloping her so, the nature around her looking as though it was revitalising her, allowing her to forget about the smog coated city atmosphere behind her. The busy hustle bustle, rush, rush, do this do that, must keep to my schedule now no time for chit chat, her family, her changing stages of life and her constant ostracism displayed by some of the devils in her year, they weren’t very nice girls; especially from what I heard Kate use to tell me!
Is it any real wonder that Kate sat here in this jungle like environment alone connecting with nature and belonging to a carefree, relaxed environment with no stress, no worries and no constant affection to others; except for Mother Nature towards her …?
It seemed she really truly belonged there with nature there for her to appreciate and belong to. So much of nature the nature that she had grew up with had been destroyed and was only now starting to appear in the hearts of many as they take a stance against this horrible urbanisation that is intruding on the lovely jungle like aspect of the surrounding environment. Even me after travelling from my home in America back to my old much urbanised city could find peace and tranquillity in this untouched jungle like environment and feel as though I truly belong to something really important in life!