Among the tall trees, I walk to find me.
When I venture in nearby woods, beauty, power, and mystery are revealed for all to see,
allowing focus to return to the unspoiled things, I forget exist in my daily struggles of life.
Nature if I can only listen closely, talks to my creative spirits, and surrounds me with mysteries I can't solve, keeping me humble, in awe, and renewing hope I can belong here as a guest, not to disturb or change, but to allow my captive spirit to take wing.
When I walk long enough thru any wilderness it calms me, slowing me to the patient cadence of the season.
I again feel my inner rhythm lost to lives moving too swiftly.