Rule Number #4: Learn to Love
The Stream trickles into the forest. The water moves slowly, like I move slowly. We grind along at our own pace. Moving so that we don’t miss anything. I can breathe the scent of flowing water and feel the character. I see her small pebbles sitting on the bottom. I know that this small Stream is perfect. I step over the tiny sliver of water with one step. I look back upon the small Stream with fondness and admiration, and with love.
The Trail pulls the backcountry Traveler into the forest and away from the everyday trials of living within the confines of humanity. The trampled dirt cuts through space into either two directions. It’s a simple choice for the Traveler really, one-way or the other? The Traveler decides upon the direction of travel, and then puts one foot in front of the other. Space opens as the Traveler moves into the forest, never knowing what will lie around each bend.
No comments:
Post a Comment