“We need the tonic of wildness.” — Thoreau
It drew me in with every breath. A single step…and then another. Little particles of dust danced through the air, as the sun made its way through the swaying branches. Birds called across the forest, creating a symphony of magic. Peace infused my bones. Home.
Sitting upon a fallen log, I wrote the words that needed to be purged. As pen met paper, my fears released. A single leaf fell from the tree above me.
It’s okay to let go.
I watched its descent…slowly…gracefully…beautifully falling.
With knees on the ground, I began to notice a whole world on the forest floor that I hadn’t seen before. Colors so rich and pure. Textures that could never be re-created. Scents so crisp and earthy. An undeniable beauty spread out before me — for the fallen. I put my ear down closely and listened to the rhythm of the earth below.
Inhale…exhale…inhale…exhale. Breathe, beautiful one. Breathe.
The breeze began to pick up, sending more leaves to the ground. “Welcome,” I said to them. You’re free to just be.
Isn’t that what truly matters? The freedom to just be.
To breathe in the nectar of life. To breathe out all that no longer belongs.
I gathered my journal and made my way back to the main trail. I tripped on a tree root, catching myself just before falling to the ground. “I understand,” I whispered to the tree. With a grateful heart, I move onward.