The land before time was one of my favourite movies when I was a child. As is with most children’s movies there is so much lost on the child when it comes to the contents of movies. Sometimes, with children’s movies, the jokes or dialogue is intentionally written so that the child does not understand but the adult watching it does. Sometimes though, it is more nuanced. The title of the movie, whether intended or not, to me, now has so much more meaning.
The land before time implies that the dinosaurs lived in an age of no time. It implies that time is a human construct.
Yet Einstein famously theorized that time is relative.
A watched pot never boils as the old saying goes but what does it mean? Really, time is simply the measurement of the relative position two points in space from one instant to another. The movement as provided by the energy is what time is. Take away the energy, or hit absolute zero and time ceases to exist. Or at least this is my rudimentary understanding of such things.
And yet to us humans, time has so much meaning, and so little. We can be slaves to it or forget it even exists. Yet it rules everything no matter how we perceive it as with out it the entire universe might as well be a picture frozen in well…time.
These are things I forget to think about because I am too busy or I don’t have enough time. Yet from time to time, I find the moment in time to have some quiet time to myself to contemplate time.
Had enough yet? Well, I suppose it’s all about your perspective, I mean time is relative after all isn’t it?
So what then got me on this existential thought process regarding nature or time and humans reality. Or even how little foot from the land before time could even understand what that even means.
Well, Recently I met a man named Terrance Kosikar and even had the pleasure of sitting down with him to do a podcast. Long story short, he invited me to partake in one of his initial exploratory camps from his creation Camp My Way.
In his struggle with PTSD (though he hates to call it that) he found true recovery, or at least the process in it by spending time in nature, near his cabin in the interior of BC. He spent time, in the mountains, by the glacial rivers admiring the stars and contemplating. Away from the big Cities to which he grew up in, away from the bad influences that lead to his troubled past, away from the noise, away from the busy lives we all lead. To realize that time is relative and we focus so much on it when never take the real time to notice that sometimes it doesn’t matter at all. He realized that if he could heal away from time so could others and thus the idea of camp my way.
Camp my way to sum it up, it’s a place for first responders suffering from PTSD and recovering addicts can go to hit the reset button, with out time and in the peace of nature, that place we all came from.
So here in this Multi part post, I will talk about my experience and why I think more people should forget about time more often and get back to nature.
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