It was a chilly April morning in the middle of the Olympic p..
Added 2020-05-04 22:51:36 +0000 UTCIt was a chilly April morning in the middle of the Olympic peninsula. We woke up before sunrise to catch the new day glow. The cold grass was wet with dew, and the birds were singing their morning songs, letting the forest know of new beginnings. Fresh tracks from a small deer herd speckled the paths through the strawberry flower fields; my bare feet softly imprinted on the damp earth. I felt the freedom of belonging. With the intention to gently be amongst the wild, we are no longer societal separate beings, but deeply connected spirits with the ability to purposefully exist here, too. I chased the sun that peeked through the mountain of clouds. A game of light and dark. We danced in this balance, a consistent change in perspective. A sunlight beam filtered through the clouds, and lit the field where I stood. I am held by her light. I am held by her dark. I am held. [Do you guys enjoy my writing? Let me know. I'd love to keep sharing in this way.]
