I spent a few days saturating myself with my natural surroundings. I suppose I am closer to lichen than human, as I knew I needed to head to the forest and the high country to feed from that alpine energy. A place wild and free. A place untouched by the hum and drum of daily life. A raw and natural beauty. A place I call home.
A wordless description of what re-saturating my spirit looks like.
I like to travel alone. I enjoy experiencing the natural world in a private and intimate setting. I stop often to smell, touch, taste and experience my surroundings. I lay down on the bed of lichen, and watch the chipmunks frolic in the ponderosa pine tree crowns, a movement of ease and play. I like to stop and gather the cedar fronds to make bundles for the ride home, an aromatherapy reminder of my little forest life. A knowledge of nearness, and a saturation of being.
I like to fill my rucksack with curiosities, often returning to camp with an evolution of the forests’ natural history. A cone here, a dangling wolf lichen there, a fallen ruffed grouse feather tucked into my braid, and a handful of newly turned salmon berries for my morning fare. I liken solitude to an evening spent with a good book up high in the mountains. I make a place for the giant trees, Orion’s belt, the mountain marmots and my freshly caught trout at my picnic table of fallen log and pine needle seat. As the sun crests the ridge, and makes its’ journey westward to set, I pile my gathered firewood and create myself heat. The dogs and I stay close to the energy, sipping whiskey and reciting memorized poetry. We soothe our souls with the knowledge of reached dreams and wayward visions.
A life never stops being lived.
A love never stops growing.
And growth never stops providing.
I liken myself to a forest. A spirit shrouded in green, a creature with heart central to life and one with a pulsation of chlorophyll to feed from. An ability to grow from simplicity :: sun, water and soil. I liken myself to a forest.