I think mother nature is angry today
I am currently in Martvili, a small town in the Georgia countryside

I arrived yesterday at the suggestion of other travelers. If you are unaware, this part of the world has been having a major heatwave. Well, at least Georgia.
When I asked the person who recommended this location about the heat, he said it is cooler, a small town, and has a few things to see: a canyon, hot springs, and a monastery.
I am also staying in my private treehouse, and yes, there is a bathroom since my sister asked this question first. It is like a mini apartment, minus a stove, but there is a patio, kitchen table, fridge, shower, and hot water; it is pretty cute.

I saw a fantastic sunset from here, and the weather cooled until about 1 am in the evening.

I read an article yesterday by Jenny Lane (linked below), and she talked about how her muse woke her up in the middle of the night the other night, and well, either my muse woke me up or mother nature is angry.
Since about 1 am, the winds have been blowing very strong and stronger when you are sitting on the top of a tree; my little house has swayed in the breeze since then and still is.
And the heat has doubled since I went to bed at around 10 pm last night; a nice cool breeze is gone. There is a breeze and the aggressiveness of the winds. This is the first time I have experienced something like this unless it was before a good storm.
The heat index has risen, and we thought yesterday was hot; today might be even worse.
There is a river next to my treehouse I might go sit in for a while, or I might not leave the patio, but maybe in the grass; it is cooler.

The winds have also knocked out the power; I am not sure if it is normal here, but I will ask my host. As I sit here, it is not even 1030 am, and I already took a cold shower; I now sit in dripping sweat.
I last experienced this type of weather when I went to Tennessee in the summer, but at least they have AC. I prefer to sit and sweat than go in and out of freezing to hot, allowing my body to adapt to the climate.
Needless to say, I did not sleep last night, which has been a recurring theme lately. I thought it was the city, and I loved being in the woods surrounded by trees; mother nature ensured I would still be restless.
She gently tells me to stay on track and not let what I can not control get to me. I can not control the wind, the heat, or the electricity. I can control myself and my dreams.
I also have decided to give up sugar, so I may be a bit on edge at the moment and get back into shape, which has taken a toll on my eating and exercise routines over the past few months.
Is mother nature trying to tell me something simply by leading me here, each step a bit more aggressive, to wake me up to remind me why I am here?
Who knows?
All I know for now is that I will wander up to the monastery, bring plenty of water, and sweat out all the sugar toxins I have consumed for the past few months.
I am here in the treehouse for two more nights, and after, who knows where the wind will blow me. I have a semi-plan, but it involves avoiding the heat wave, which will be impossible until September.
Check out this brilliant piece below.
XOXO
S
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