Visiting Mother and letting her talk

When Mother Nature opens her door she doesn’t care if you wipe your feet or not, she just wants you to feel better than you did when you came in.

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Everything is in order, her interior decorating skills are without equal.

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If she tells you to pull up a seat, you pull up a seat. Respect your elders.

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The stories have no words but they are the most riveting that I’ve ever heard. She is so engaging,  that I lose track of time.

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She sends me off… Not before telling me to ignore the snake on the ground and to come back soon.

Oh Mother.

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Calling a time out

I never really started the process of finding myself, until I truly listened.

I walk, unburdened and with a presence of mind that is indescribable, as words fail to encompass the peace that envelops me.

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Patapsco Valley State Park

Any excursion where I am able to absorb the majesty of a waterfall, is a segue into another realm of solace that I didn’t know existed.

Each one is different, every experience has a different frequency.

These waters have a baptismal power that is invigorating.

I suffer from migraines, but they don’t exist here.

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At the base of the Falls

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Overlook at paradise.

My visit to Hawaii consisted of me smiling for an entire week. I was empowered for the entire visit, being surrounded by water… That is unadulterated power and I was infected.

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I was lost, but I didn’t care.

Often, I journey alone because of this innate need to detox and be selfish. When I am alone in the confines of solitude, I operate on a higher plane.

Unlocking freedom and elements of my sanity on an incremental basis.

Closing my eyes, breathing deeply I often wonder…

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Herring Run flowing into the Back River

Is this a drug?
Am an addict?

But the presence of God says otherwise and I immediately know it to be true.

Killing time with Mother

It was a stupid question, but it came quite naturally, stopping myself in mid sentence.

What would I do to kill two and a half hours? Continuing this ongoing affair with Mother Nature seemed to be a given.

Once I got my bearings, I made a beeline straight to the nearest State Park.

I’ve found that no matter how many times that I think that I’ve traversed every area of a park that I’ve patronized over the years, I find myself happily proven wrong.

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I found myself in the embrace of the Patapsco Valley today.

Hearing the river rushing in the valley below, I fought the urge to run towards it.

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I walked with a deliberate saunter, letting the world behind me slowly melt away.

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It was a steep incline in some places, I stumbled, but I continued on.

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As I made my way down to the river. It was as if I was beckoned to sit at the rivers edge.

As if Mother Nature crafted a seat, just with me in mind. I sat on a rock, in the middle of the river, while sun infused me with a warmth that seemed to download a sense of fortitude that I didn’t know that I needed.

I closed my eyes while my mind took baby steps towards making sense of it all.

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Before I knew it, the two and a half hours that I needed to kill were breathing their last gasps.

As I make my way back up the valley.

I grouse…

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Time is never on my side.

Finding what was buried within.

As I back up my old photo’s to the Cloud.

I was drawn to this set of photographs, it was significant because it was during this walk that I wrote my first piece of poetry.

It was a organic act that unfolded without much fanfare.

As I walked through this area of Gunpowder Falls this past December.

I was accompanied by nothing other than the crunching of the snow beneath my feet and feeling as if I was impervious to the elements that seemed to say…

“You will freeze, you will regret not having those gloves that you forgot at home.”

But, I was looking for something that I eventually found.

Peace of mind, solace.

So, I walked.

Discovering a layer that I didn’t know I possessed.

Not to say that my poetry is any good, but it is the act of creating it, that makes me feel empowered and that is more important that any accolade I could ever receive.

Gunpowder Falls

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Savoring the flashback

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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.

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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.

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I walk, sometimes not knowing where I’m going, but knowing that I will reach my end goal of being inspired and empowered.

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Sometimes when I can’t walk into Mother Nature’s embrace, just indulging one of my senses is just enough.

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Sight has the ability to bring the other senses to a happy medium.

So I flip through my directory of travels.

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And…

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A simple exhale is sometimes, more than enough

Borrowing a cup of solace

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

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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.

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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.

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

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

As I continued on – A walk in Gunpowder Falls

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It began innocently enough… I’ve walked this path many times before, casting my burdens by the wayside as I walked.

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It was the calm before the storm…  And it was apparent that I was the only person along this stretch of the park, I walked without any sense of urgency.

I placed my gloved hands inside my jacket pockets to keep them warm,  after a few minutes I discovered that my normal route was flooded and frozen over.

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What to do?

I walked gingerly and listened to the ice buckle and crack under my feet. It eventually gave way and I gave a silent thank you to waterproof boots as I continued on.

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I was at this point in the trail when I reached the solace point.

And…

The forest enveloped me in her icy embrace that I was impervious to, thanks to my internal thermal garments.

So, I continued on.

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The beauty of winter is often underrated, as the cold reveals the terrain for what it is…

The majesty of the cliffs that jut out from the landscape are magnetic.

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The power of the stream rushing to my right refuses to succumb to a fate of ice, being still isn’t what it aspires to.

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I look up & wonder about the vantage point from the cliff…. I pause, before continuing on.

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I reach a point in the forest where I usually ford the rocks to get to the other side only to find that it is covered by a layer of ice…

I see a future on me on my ass, which is a deal breaker.

No options, so I continue on… Discovering a path to my left.

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I’m not ready to turn back because I haven’t acquired what I came here to get. I look upstream to see if there is another way across.

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I follow this path and I kick  myself for not discovering this route previously…

And… I continue on.

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The sound of the water rushing by insulates me from numbness spreading into my fingers.

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I’m compelled to reach back to grab my camera, rabidly removing my gloves to snap pictures as I continue on.

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The rush of the water is growing in volume… Filling my ears with the splendor of the sound.

So I continue on…

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I wasn’t prepared for what was over the hill…

Undaunted, I continued on…

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Here lies another set of waterfalls that I was oblivious to… I made my way down to the stream and absorbed the divine. My appendages weren’t cold, but were pulsating with the warmth of divine intervention.

I didn’t want to continue on…

But I did.

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The icy embrace of winter made its presence felt as I continued on.

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How had this segment of the park slipped through my fingers after all of these years I wondered.

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As I walked, I felt free, unburdened, unencumbered and I felt a smile creep over my face.

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And I continued on…

Content after finding what I was looking for…

A slice of solace, piece of mind, a hug from the Almighty.