I know what I said. But.
Tomorrow I'm going to the forest with the dog. I don't care that it maybe raining and grey. The trees will drip with green rain and hopefully the trail won't be too muddy. I'll take it all in, like medicine.
I have too many responsibilities back at the ranch. The mountain doesn't care about that. We're all the same to the mountain.
Today I went to the wild park by my house and heard an eagle high up. Once you've heard their manic chatter, you never forget it.
I need the wild to feel normal. Right now, I don't feel normal.
Whatever normal is, I'm not sure.