Worcester Mountain
As I began my hike, I tried to still my mind (letting go of my thoughts; which bird is that? oh the black throated blue, focus on my breathing - in 2,3,4 out 2,3,4,5,6, boy it is muddy out here! random songs that played on repeat, etc.) without much success. But I was able to immerse myself into the endless babble of the brooks crossing my path, a constant, peaceful companion, until I reached the height where the brooks were no longer with me.
On my way down I imagined the impact of each small step, filtering down through the layers of the earth, the soil and the bedrock; my gratitude and love radiating like the roots of the trees and the depth of the fungi intermingling and healing deeper and deeper spreading far and wide as I walked.
I was touched again by how communing with nature brings me…





I am so grateful that this makes me feel/know I'm walking with you on this life journey. xo