We have begun an annual tradition. We journey into the woods and invite folks along for the ride. It is a pilgrimage of sorts.
I have found that I go out to the rivers because they do not judge me. I am free to be myself. Free from the concerns of what others think of me (or what I think they think of me). Life’s priorities become clear as I stand with my ankles slowly going numb in the cold mountain waters: community, being centered, the natural world around me, finding food and shelter, and making sure others also have what they need. For me it is a meditation on the simplicity of living.
And in the words of John Muir, “The mountains are calling and I must go.”