My walks with nature are my therapy session, I don't think I have thought of nature, and walking as "therapy," until I began to write this post...but yes this is what they are.
They clear my mind as I snap a photo, listen to a dove, watch a deer.
I am surrounded by nature where the forest meets the lake and muffles the sound of humanity. I no longer hear the rumble of laboring trucks or feel the urgency of the traffic as it blasts by me, making me shudder and grumble and mumble and say to myself-slowdown.
As I age, I have found that I have to spend time with nature daily. If I don't I become
restless and anxious. Being with God's creatures- such pure forms of creation soothe me and always remind me of how precious and fragile life is. I never know what I will find as I go around the bend, today it was a Momma deer with her young twins. The day before a lanky coyote was slinking across the path looking furtively behind him.
Everyone of these photos came from my walk, just look at the beauty that surrounds us and until we are submersed with nature we have a tendency to miss it all.
It is in these quietest of moments in nature, that I relax, and breathe so deeply that it feels as though my soul has been purged of all of the years of a full life, I sigh.
I have lived a blessed life, much love, joy, gratitude as well as disappointments, loss and
illness, but it is a life that has been woven together so perfectly through Grace.
It has not been a perfect life-but I know that it has been stitched together perfectly.
I walk, and walk many miles, and several hours, sometimes I feel as though I am a wild horse that needs to free herself from the reigns, and bridle of society.
I wonder if this is the physical transition into yet another phase of life, a metamorphosis of growing older. I am so grateful for the life God has given me, and I am looking forward to the chapters that await me.
Perhaps I walked too far today, and I am rambling...or perhaps I am the female version
of Foresst Gump as he walked, and walked.
In any event, if you see a gal with a purple fanny pack, it is most likely me-come say Hi.
Any remember this too-
"Mama always said, life is like a box of chocolates . You never know what you are gonna get."
How do you rejuvenate your spirit?