WALK

It was an old way but it was new, right? The hustle and bustle was left behind. I went there and due to some summer sun that rose fast and strongly in the sky, I had to just cut it short. The ponds and little water ways had dried up, and besides, I had some things to do. But we still went for a bit. Ah, the greater forest waits though. Even on that small walk, just one hour, I harvested a bit of chaga mushroom and also photographed a large garter snake. He or she was coming across the pathway, or a pathway, and seemed quite wise, still. After a photograph or some, I looked away for really a split second, no exaggeration, and it was gone. Man, that was fast. Fast a woman’s eyes can survey something, surmise, and figure it out. I wonder what will be there on the next ‘run’ as it were. The chaga, the snake, the sun and the grasses that grow. Oh, the wildflowers, white, yellow, blue, sometimes purple. Will we have vivid dreams of them in the night? Due to the chaga? Hot chaga, cold chaga, chaga with ice and lemon. Chaga for the body. Chaga for the soul. David Hawkins, The Eye of the Eye, is being read, and Power versus Force, plus other spirit communication text. And Alan Watts talks on audio. This time it will be hot,- and we will leave the books behind, and the audio, and the chaga,- and just walk languidly, placidly, calmly, serenely, under the tall trees, and down the little pathways, and out eventually to where it all opens up to a field and it’s still. A breeze, heaven sent, comes from the distance and pulls over the tall growing things verdant and ripe and picaresque. The little birds have been borne from the eggs in the tree. The turtle is hiding. A group of birds goes overhead, casts a shadow on the sand of the sandpit. The canines, happy, curious, interested, playful, running, walking, resting, sniffing, - oh how they sniff. Then we will pause and just take it all in some more and head back at a leisurely and paced way. That is how I hope it shall be.

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