I dream of a woodland retreat.
A mountainous oasis.
Walking in the forest
Bathing in nature
as the green canopy of hardwood trees
sways and sings.
My boots help me find my way.
I pause and listen to a rushing stream.
As I leap onto slippery and misshapen rocks,
I pray for balance.
I lean toward the outstretched hand of my son,
who seems to have danced on the water.
His fording is eased by the length of his body.
I long to be more limber and less awkward.
My backpack hugs my body
I feel oddly at ease with its great weight.
As I take deep, deep breaths,
I feel the tension slough off my body.
Can mountain air comfort you like a warm blanket?
The long granite beds replace the scrambled boulders.
We rest upon them and gaze into Infinity
At one with the Divine
Day 6: In 12 days I head north. My spirit yearns for cooler altitudes and time with my tribe. The photo is from a hike to Camel’s Hump in Vermont that Emily and I completed. I have yet to write about that day! One of the most mentally challenging in my life…