It feels good to be absorbed into the wild

Or to take a nap stretched out along a fallen tree. Either one.

Last Monday afternoon, I began to write a new post here on the Run Deep, Run Wild page, as follows:

My big T trauma Part 2 post is in the works, amidst a whole lot of life I’m grateful to be living.

I woke up the next morning struggling to focus and formulate complex thoughts, my creative flow slowed to a muddy trickle.

The memories of this golden summer will keep me company for a lifetime, if I write them all down. The shenanigans of just the last month and a half…!

For now? I've learned what I need in order to recover.

I need to watch the summer close.

I need to run up and down mountains of humble size.

I need to drop everything to spend time with the moon.

And with the trees, because they love me in the ways I most need to be loved, and they always have.

I need to disappear into the anonymous wild. I need to be there, unperceived, to notice what she shows me and hear what she tells me.

By day, to swirl with the magic of all that is.

By night, to sleep deep as the velvety dark of the new moon sky.

In the meantime, I've been collecting photos faster than I've been sharing them. I'll be posting them over on my other Substack page, Wild Bloomers, with a minimum of explanatory words.

Disappearing in three…two…one…

*Poof*