Savoring the flashback

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.

And…

A simple exhale is sometimes, more than enough

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Borrowing a cup of solace

The cascading sounds of water flowing downstream, over the rocks on a mission.

To fulfill its calling, undeterred, unhindered, unimpeded.

Far be it for me to impose and take a serving of solace from this place, but I must.

Being connected is toxic, draining and hazardous to my health.

The actions that I am taking is far greater than mere insertion, it is soul survival and self preservation of the highest order.

Being here is medicinal… Healing the fractured confines of my psyche.

As I download my burdens and drown them in the currents, I rejoice in their end.