It feels self-evident to be involved in the relationship between my psychic existence and the nature outside me as if they were the same thing. Portraying them as different aspects of nature itself within me. Even if they aren’t. But something within me does it for me, depicting them as in a daughter-like relationship to the motherly expanse of the earth itself. Of my own psyche in an alternating, and co-existing participation to its own external larger context. We can see the maiden psyche permeating our society all around us, but without its true connection to earth and the wisdom this natural maturity gives back to her. I have had it explained to me in a number of different ways without actually being able to apply what was said to my direct personal experience, to me they have a deeper human meaning than the purely descriptive ones. That behind the words there is a living experiential relationship to their meaning. I have had it inside me all my life without anyone around me daring to put it in its proper context. For protection and for the fear that it would question the conventional attitude that prevails between people in our society, and the inner distance most of them have in relation to our nature. Both within us and outside of us. At the same time, our older view of this interaction between our inner self and the living environment we encounter in it has been devalued. It is still there, but must not be portrayed in the old way. As if we have a personal relationship with them, we have them at the risk of being ridiculed. So separating ourselves from our experiences is something we should prefer to having them, and then replacing them with exaggerated general explanations and concepts without them having a direct experiential impact and meaning for us. But to not portray our direct experiences, to affirm their influence on us, is to cognitively distort or not perceive our participation in what happens between us and ourselves in an external sense. We will just get lost in our minds.