Living in major cities for over a decade prior to traveling and living as a nomad and then spending lots of time in major cities during my travels was wearing away at my heart and soul. After days of rough driving combined with truck stop showers and sleeping in brightly lit noisy parking lots, I was stressed and bone tired. After breezing through Flagstaff, Sedona and Santa Fe, i wanted to get away from shops and restaurants and touristy sites. Too many people. Sure, I could have hiked and spent time on the outskirts of any of those places. But I didn't. Instead, I waited until I landed in Taos. It was then that my soul started crying loudly for a break, for some rest and cool mountain air and QUIET! . How fortuitous for me that right when I'd had enough and felt I couldn't take another second, I found myself in the Carson National Forest ( a forest with 1.5 million acres and elevations from 6,000 feet to 13,161 feet), only a few short miles from the center of Taos.
Then it hit me. I needed trees. Lots and lots of them.
I love trees and feel a strong kinship with them. I hadn't realized until I'd entered this grand forest how much I'd been missing the Pacific NW trees. These trees reminded me of them. When I saw them I knew at once, I needed to spend time near them. We set up camp for the night in a cozy little campground. Right away, I could hear the trees and the wind greeting me with their sweet rustling. My heart softened, my soul relaxed. I felt safe and for the first time since starting out on this journey last January, I felt home.
The soothing presence of trees calms me and opens my joy center. Strangely, I know they sense my wonder and appreciation of them. It helps them know they matter. Life is a sacred dance when we open ourselves to its gifts. All it takes is slowing down the pace so we can see, hear, smell, taste and feel the love within and around us.
I am awake to it now because I stopped moving so fast. In a hurry to see what was around the next corner, I was missing the magic of the moment. I was whizzing right past the trees.
No more. The trees are spreading their healing balm on my worn, tired psyche and I'm going to stay put for at least a week and let it work its magic.
At the same time, I'm also noticing a shift occurring inside of me as I shed more and more outmoded beliefs, concepts, assumptions, expectations, plans, agendas from my life/ My load is lightening, I am releasing and purging the parts of my story that no longer serve me or my path.
It is a passageway that cannot be forced rushed, only welcomed and embraced as I embrace my earthly companions. With love.