A Journey into the Wildness
Yesterday I had the strong urge to go for a walk into the wild.
So I followed that urge, hopping into the car and heading north to Queen Elizabeth Forest Park in Scotland's Trossachs Mountains along the Dukes Pass hike.
I was alone. No one else around. Just the mountain and me.
I heard the faint tapping of the woodpecker.
The call of the sprightly birds.
The white foamy waterfall, full from winter rains, filling up the river that gurgled on past.
I warmed up quickly following the blue waymarkers.
Delirious with the pure fresh mossy smells of the lichen clad forest.
Lightheaded and cleansing I realised that nobody knew I was here!
Only nature knew of my presence.
I chuckled to myself like a mischievous child.
Feeling very free to walk at my own pace and rhythm in tune with my surroundings.
An hour in, I reached the high point. I sat myself down on a tree trunk with a bright green mossy cushion. Everything is provided as needed in nature.
It was then I noticed how beautifully silent it was.
That sacred s p a c i o u s silence.
Only the sound of the light winter breeze as it whispered in my ears and tousled my hair.
How lucky I am to be immersed in this wild panoramic landscape today!
Oh how my mind, body and spirit needed this wilderness walk yesterday.
It was like a mini-vision quest that cleared away all the cobwebs.
What about you?
What urges are asking for your attention or action?
What's wild and present for you?
Where do you wish to journey on your earthy path?
Let me know by commenting below or emailing me here.
It was my life - like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be. - Cheryl Strayed, Wild: A Journey from Lost to Found
Yours with wildness,