Years ago, if someone told me that I’d be an addict for wandering throughout the confines of nature, I would have been inclined to laugh heartily in their face.
If I was told that I would find piece of mind and a weapon to defeat the anger and malaise that would sometimes envelope me in their cold embrace, their dialogue would’ve been met with a blank stare.
I walk, sometimes not knowing where I’m going, but knowing that I will reach my end goal of being inspired and empowered.
Sometimes when I can’t walk into Mother Nature’s embrace, just indulging one of my senses is just enough.
Sight has the ability to bring the other senses to a happy medium.
So I flip through my directory of travels.
A simple exhale is sometimes, more than enough