There is nothing that recharges me than being out in the midst of nature. The scent of pine invigorates me. The gentle breeze blowing a few stray strands of hair into my face is what it feels like to be alive. The sun's heat is dampened to a pleasant warmth. Dappled rays touch my cheek like fluttering kisses from the Goddess.
One would think that I am alone in the forest primeval. Far from it. I open my eyes and the humanity around me becomes apparent. The pine wafting through my nostrils is mixed with the scents of lighter fluid and charcoal. The chirping of birds is easily dinned by the screeches of a tween finding a leech on her leg. Water splashes as children play and I realize that all are gifts of the God and Goddess. The peace of nature and the cacophony of her children enjoying what has been given to them on a Sunday afternoon.
As for me, I have been a prisoner. Held captive by time and circumstance. Held captive by fear. I have found my freedom. I wonder if it's coincidence that my natal day approaches at the time I finally have shed what has been weighing me down and have decided to soar. MAS 5/27/2012
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