From my journal. Written while hiking Medicine Wheel in Bighorn National Forest, WY
I am the wolf.
Born again from the bones of the wild.
I am the bird.
Small and agile that flaps my wings fast and glides.
I am lone.
A part of a pack but seeking myself.
I am searching for my mate, my partner, my love.
I am being swallowed by mountains.
Eaten up by nature.
Instead of dousing my fire or taming my raging waters, the earth is harnessing it.
It is setting me free.
I am feeling more in touch with this body then before.
I strip before the earth succumbing to it. Letting the wind move around it’s curves. Letting the sun touch my virgin skin.
I breathe in what this earth has to offer.
I smile more often.
Not for others.
I may never return.
I may forget this place.
The many Christmas trees I want to scatter with lights.
I will forget it all, letting my mind replace this time with whatever memory I choose to place on it.
But right now, as the sun grazes my left cheek,
As my hair is being swept to the right,
As I feel the pebbles beneath my shoes,
I sit. I breathe. I smile softly.
Knowing this is more of me then I have felt in years.
