25/06/2020
Freeing for mind & soul.
Challenging for physical self.
Seemingly always drawn into nature at the exact right time.
Away from the majority,
Just me & the bird sounds.
Wind gusting through treetops becoming the soundtrack for my camp.
Exploring my surrounds,
Fascinating country.
I step with confidence, determination if you will.
I stomp with meaning, processing what is.
I stumble & tumble & fall to my knees, what the fuck am I doing, go home & be.
But here is home, & Mother Earth catches my every fall. Landed & grounded, it’ll all be okay.
Pick yourself up & get back on the way.
As I find camp, & that journeys complete,
Pride & satisfaction, just what the heart needs.
Faith in what is, and where I have been.
And what is to come, let’s see where that leads.
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Rachel Hall
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