I’m back from the woods again. I can feel the vibrations of busyness as I enter the city limits – the hum of electricity and traffic. I can smell the aroma of fast food and concrete along Idylwyld Drive. The quiet and coolness of the woods are left far behind – along with the sweet scent of spruce pine needles.
Still, I am happy to be amid all of this. It is good to feel the life force that drives the city. It ables me to appreciate the serenity of the country. In its quietness, Sheba’s excited bark cuts and reverberates through the air as she chases squirrels up the trees. There is no sweeter sound than the quiet.
I can be happy in or out of the woods. Too much of either makes me sing the blues. Life can get equally crazy and unbalanced out in the ‘wilderness’ as well as in the city. The big ‘cabins’ with their satellite dishes, green lawns, boats moored at the ends of long docks, etc. give testimony that the simple life is not so simple. They are extensions. It is
hard impossible to get away from all the stuff – the wants gnawing inside ourselves.
Am I any different? I like to think so. Maybe I am naive, unwilling to admit to my own cravings. I am just human after all. I am not immune. It is good to ‘get away’, back home to familiarity, to sit and let things be, to be grounded, to tend to my inner as well as my outer garden – to care for my ‘self’. I am loving and honouring myself as Sandra Ingerman advises in her September Transmutation Newsletter.
I am happy and content to be here in this moment. Happiness is portable. It travels with me – in and out of the woods. I am cleaning and weeding my inner and outer world. It is so exciting. I tap, tap like a woodpecker on my keyboard. The empty screen fills with my words, thoughts and pictures. Amazing! I see the building of my life story before my eyes. My hands are my tools.
Life is good in or out of the woods. Where are you now?