If you’ve known me long at all, you probably know that I adore the wilderness. It doesn’t matter if it’s the creek across the street or Yellowstone National Park. There’s something so magical about going beyond paved roads that lures me in. The air smells of fresh trees. The sound of the birds and crickets chirping are the only sounds I hear. I see the trickle of a gently passing stream shimmering in the distance beyond the mural of green. There’s a sense of peace that comes over me when I get away from my hustle and bustle to put my feet in the dirt or a stream.
It’s a rare escape, but I look for it every chance I get.
It’s in those quiet moments I find little pieces of myself that are so easily lost in the daily grind. It’s the same way I feel when I dive into the pages of a good book, written by someone who’s gone before me, leading the way in uncharted territory. It’s how I feel connecting personally with God in the middle of a crowded church auditorium.
It’s the way I feel on a friends couch laughing hysterically with my closest circle of friends.
Where is that place for you? It might be yoga, writing, dancing, photography, making music, painting, sitting on the beach. . . wherever you “go” to reconnect with the deepest peace inside of you. In the words of John Muir,
“Into the forest I go, to lose my mind, and find my soul.”
Whatever and wherever your forest is, make it a point to go there as often as you can.
To lose your mind and find your soul.
to more love,