Nature is God

I’ve always had a deep sense of something greater but for much of my life, I felt disconnected from it.

The God I once knew felt distant, unfamiliar, sitting high in the sky and expecting confession to be worthy.

I tried to know that version of God and struggled because it didn’t feel like unconditional love.

I tried to believe, but I wasn’t reaching my heart’s true knowing.

Some of us have drifted away from knowing God or Spirit. Perhaps not because we stopped believing in something greater but because the churches we grew up in didn’t hold a consistent message— one of true unconditional love. 

So, we stopped talking about God. We stopped talking about Spirit. Not because it didn’t matter, but because the version we were offered didn’t feel natural.

We convinced ourselves we could survive and hustle through life with our intellect alone. No need to wonder what’s the problem with the world— the wars, the corruption, the control, the fear— it’s truly the loss of connection with Spirit. 

We have made strides in heart opening, yet there is still so much more work to be done. 

For me, one of those heart-opening moments came when my dad transcended this life. I wanted something more— a connection I could feel, not just think about.

I remember hiking alone in Mendocino, remembering my dad close in my thoughts as I walked. Then, suddenly, a small deer ran past me— wild and free. In that moment, I felt an emotional release I didn’t know I was holding. It was like nature itself embraced and reminded me of the depth of love that always surrounds me.

I realized— Nature is God.

When religion made me feel judged, nature offered me a quiet, unwavering welcome. No conditions. No shame. Just truth.

Nature didn’t expect anything from me. It didn’t judge or require me to explain myself. It simply was. It held me without asking questions. In the wind, the sun, the rhythm of the waves, I felt something indigenous and unconditional. Something that embraced me just as I was.

Nature called me home.

Not a God outside of me, watching from afar, but a living presence. A force that breathes through every tree, every breeze, every breath I take. I found the one infinite creator not asking me to be perfect— just present.

This shift changed everything. It didn’t just restore my faith— it redefined it. It reminded me that divinity is not found in someone else's rules or rituals. It's here, now, in the Earth beneath my feet, in the sunrise, in my breath. It’s a relationship, not a doctrine.

Nature listened when I was overwhelmed. She whispered answers when I had questions. She reminded me that Spirit is alive and well, just outside the door.

If you’ve ever felt disconnected from the idea of God, I understand. Maybe, like me, you weren’t disconnected from Spirit itself— just from the version you were given.

Step outside. Listen. Feel. You might just discover that what you’ve been searching for was never far—it’s been whispering through the trees all along.