A couple of weeks ago I went camping and did some thinking, writing and sketching… the next few posts stem from that trip.
One day in the woods is teaching me so much about myself that I have forgotten or ignored. The simple fact is that I need to be alone sometimes, and to be with and among trees and water; and I can’t keep ignoring that need. I just breathe more freely here, and my tension drains away like water into the sand.
sightless among miracles 
It has been so long since I spent any time in the woods – alone or with someone. Years actually.
Each year I say “This is the summer I’ll head to the Rockies.” And it doesn’t happen.
I used to walk out in my front yard and hug my willow tree, just to get connected to the earth again. But now that tree is gone. :(
I need to connect to the earth. Perhaps that is why I feel so lost.
I certainly get feeling that way when I don’t take time to reconnect. This wasn’t even an extended trip to the mountains or anything “special”, just a couple of nights at a county park with tent sites… just me, the trees and the genii loci.