When your palate is jaded because the taste of the world is a mot du jour stuck in your craw whose essence is the gray of ashes, take to the woods if you can. I found comfort there yesterday in padding the soft pine straw trails, nearly walled-in by the oxygen-giving mature forest. And the corroding rust working on my soul was knocked off by a dazzling natural wonder I had never seen before; it was a shimmering ruby jewel lifted to the sun on a fringed necklace. I ran to it, fully engaged, entranced.
The innocence of Good Man Buck and Good Dog Lou setting off on a afternoon’s adventure replaced the disturbing and distressing fun-house media lens with a clear-eyed focus on what had been right in front of me all along. Who could hold onto the mulligrubs in their presence?
The little bird kept a watchful eye as our trio left the house to walk the circuit of fire line roads which would take us from the house to a horseshoe-shaped trail all around a good portion of the perimeter of the property.
Temp in the high 70’s with low humidity and the cloudless sky a crystalline blue. Feel like taking a walk? I promise to be quiet and let you savor, meditate, maybe even heal a little, like I did.
Lou was ready to swirl around in the cool spring water at the stream bed by the time we had made the circuit.
And somewhere along the trail I had shucked that backpack full of black thoughts I’ve been carrying around during this election season. Whichever way the presidential election goes, I expect to be spending a lot more time walking the woods. How about you?