In a busy life of work, class, and chasing much coveted sleep I find rare moments to recharge. The past week I've squeaked out quite a few saunters in quiet non-societal pastures and woodlands.
The day-night transition is vibrant, the moon nearly full, and I surrender worry - stress - questions. With the simple free exhale of a day's close.
In these moments I feel at home -hands in anatomical position brushing tall grass or pines - fully present - heart happy.
In this space my thoughts sometimes linger to past chapters - companions who shared freedom and landscapes with me - who know me in this way.
Fearfully and wonderfully made to rejoice in the quiet grandeur of the wild. In the stillness of a calm home.