Tried to get Louis to take a picture of me on this glorious morning in the woods. He had better ideas (second picture). These crisp winter days are why you will never find me living somewhere without variable seasons. Look at the blue of that winter sky. Soft mounds of snow and bright sunshine to combat any winter blues.
I can’t do any grounding in the winter via barefoot walking so I do it in other ways. I wrap my arms around old cedars or pines and listen to the sound of my heart readjusting its rhythm. It’s quite a thing.
I lick snow from the boughs of pines. Sit in silence at the base of a tree with only woodpeckers and the occasional raven calling out.
Or, I lie down on the ground and stare up at the sky. This morning a Bald Eagle was in a tree watching me watching her. I was there for fifteen minutes or so remembering who I am. I don’t think the Bald Eagle ever forgets.
Ah the benefits of a wild life unencumbered by norms and conditioning. Best we can do is carve out moments in our uniquely cultivated lives so that we, too, can live with truth and grace in a world that feeds the entirety of our being.
More eagles less sofas.