Cutting through a carpet of water plants, yet having them close in as if to hide your path is somewhat unnerving. However, the balance and beauty of this place assures its visitor that respect will be respected. To one who knows the rules, who understands the expectation there is little chance of danger. Yet to the proud, the arrogant, the foolish, snakes, alligators, and countless spiders will act upon their nature.
In this sanctuary the endless shades of green creates a pallet of infinite contrast. Each plant unto its task converting solar energy to food, filtering water, scrubbing environment, creating oxygen, providing habitat, and substance.
As the humidity and heat build to an apex the pressure can be felt in the inner ear, and then in a rush a breeze is lifted unto the heavens. The rising hot air overcomes a barrier of cooler air, a thermal updraft is as lungs breathing and exhaling.
In a tiny boat a man with limited sight and perception sees this amazing event as no more than a breeze, yet nature just took a breath of fresh air.
There are mysteries in the tiny, the infinite balance of bacteria, single celled organisms, a ballet of microscopic beings committed to the a task of death and rebirth. That which in its time passes, gives up its energy, not to be wasted but converted by microscopic workers.
Here more so than any place this can be seen, smelt, and even on some level felt within the heart. Nothing is wasted, noting is forsaken. Pollen is cast by the winds, carried by the insects who are attracted to the color of the flowers.
Some have called these places hell, often used to illustrate evil, and death, yet this is home to more life than any suburb of cement and urban sprawl. Perhaps it is difficult for some to enter a sanctuary in which they must acknowledge their mortality. This is not a tabernacle of bricks and beams, climate controlled, safe and programmed, a place in which one can believe they are the center of creation. This is the swamp, this is authenticity, beauty, and balance.