Me and my shadow go walking through the woods. Following the rivers edge, breathing is so good.
The trees and the churning waters take anything that is negatively churning in me and tumbles it back to life, back to goodness, continuing toward wholeness.
Trees live in the dirt, and while they live rooted in the earth they cleanse the air. Someday they will fall over for whatever reason, ‘becoming’ the earth, and it’s young ones born of its shedded seed will thrive in it, the earth, which is them.
Smelling the soil and listening to life as it flows by. There really is a lot to be said about a good pair of hiking shoes.
Deer clover, tangy, sweet, green as can be – Rain coated, damp and free … for my tongue and tummy that is.