Monday, June 04, 2012

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.


Young at Heart said...

I went to the country and have come home with a June!!

Ms. Moon said...

We can be grateful as hell and still not "right."
I hope your trek makes things better.

Radish King said...

Yep. I feel this way about the sea the sea the sea. My sustenance.

Marylinn Kelly said...

Anything that stops me from crawling around in my mind, turning over rocks. Your mountain is medicine, just the shades of green would be enough. (and apropos of other matters on other blogs, you are an angel) xo