Holy Nature - Enature - On The Desert Island -1... Now

Theologians speak of Mysterium Tremendum —the terrifying, fascinating mystery of the divine. I have found it inside a sea turtle’s eye. I have found it in the geometry of a spiral shell. I have found it in the moment when a school of silverfish leaps from the water simultaneously, a liquid explosion of syncopated life.

Do not send a search party. I am not lost. I am found . Holy Nature - Enature - On The Desert Island -1...

Because on this desert island, is not a resource. It is a communion. And I have finally stopped talking long enough to receive it. I have found it in the moment when

Last night, a reef shark circled my lagoon. I felt the ancient, mammalian terror spike through my spine. In my old life, I would have called a ranger or bought a gun. Here, I had to negotiate. I realized that the shark was not evil. It was hunger with fins. It was part of Enature too. I am found

There is a moment, after the roar of the sea has swallowed the last echo of the engine, when you realize you are not stranded. You are planted .

Let me explain. When the ship went down, I prayed to a God of stained glass and steeples. Three weeks later, alone on a sliver of sand and volcanic rock, I pray to the God of the rising tide and the coconut embryo. I have discovered that a desert island is not a place of lack. It is the world without a lid. The term Enature came to me on the seventh night. I was starving, shivering, cursing the stars for being so coldly beautiful. In the city, I used to pay for "green experiences" — a yoga retreat, an organic smoothie, a walk in the park. That was performative nature. A transaction.