Thursday, November 18, 2021

Homecoming

When I was young, I would run into the woods and play. There were streams to follow. There were logs to cross and flowers to gather. In the woods I felt the wildness inside me come to life. I could climb and run and tumble. There are no particular rules for playing in the woods. As I would run in the woods, my hands would glide along the old trees in greeting. I felt an ancient spirit inside of me was returning home, like the woods had been my home for centuries, not the mere 10 years I had been alive. 

When I go into the woods now, I feel that same wild spirit awaken in me. My breathing gets lighter. My mind becomes clear. I am a 10 year old again, exploring new worlds, and climbing new horizons. I feel a coming back to myself that I don't find in any other place. It is a homecoming of sort, I glide my hand along the bark of my old friends and feel the wild calm of my ancient home.