The simplicity.
The smell of fresh clean air and the uninterupted solitude of walking alone along a path within the boundaries of creation.
The song of a hundred different birds every morning as you drink icy cold water from a mountain side. The wind through the trees as you lose yourself in the thought of nothing but of being what it is we are right then.
The closeness to the energy of life, the creator, the creation and the oneness of being in it and appreciating it all at the same time.
The time away from negative forces and people and conversations that are only mirrors to why those individuals are so unhappy. Their judgements, thier hatred their lost overly-complicated ways of not seeing but trying to over look the basic truth of life, while denying it even exists.
The humbling nature of nature. The heavy rain and bitter cold and the lightening that burns the air around you. The adrenaline that gets you heart kicked up three or four nothces when you hike in the night and hear something bigger then rabbit running beside you. The beauty of it all...its more then anything and it is such a healer.
I can never say how much it means to me, but I love it and I am so greatful that I am less then a week away from stepping back out for a while.
See ya out there.
LK