After weeks of too cold too snowy too icy, a sunny, blue-sky 45-degree moment arrived yesterday. I wasted no time and went to the woods.
So did the 4,335 thoughts I’ve been carrying around with me since December.
The lot of us followed a well-trod path through the forest on a slow, not-so-quiet, walk around the pond.
“Will you just shut up,” I kept admonishing them, out loud, like a crazy woman muttering under her breath. (No wonder I’ve been feeling like The Shining’s Jack Torrance lately.)
By the end of the walk I almost recognized my self. I almost felt again like that beautiful zen creature who effortlessly finds quiet in the woods. Almost, but not quite.
Photo ©2014, Jen Payne
Sounds like a true case of a therapeutic walk in the woods. Reminds me of a quote by American naturalist John Burroughs: “I go to Nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in tune once more.” Glad you are back in tune!
Soothed and healed – EXACTLY! Great quote – thanks!
A walk in the woods often seems to settle everything down within me. Glad it helped.
OR a walk in PARIS, non?
Nothing like a good quiet few hours alone with just the path, the snow and the trees.
Ahhhhhh.
When I am pestered by cyclical thoughts that are diverting my mind down “what if” and dead end channels I find if I speak sternly (like an elementary teacher to a room of rowdy kids) and say “Stop it, STOP it, STOP IT!” I can break the chain.
Yea, that’s pretty much what I sounded like! LOL
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Lovely photograph with lovelier words…
Wow! Thanks! : )
You’re welcome!
You and 4,335 others — quite a crowd on the snowy trail.
And it looks so peaceful!
Indeed. I can be a crowd sometimes.