I Went To The Woods Because...

I went to the woods because,

I wished to take my own picture.

Deliberately, just me & my tripod.

Lately, I go to these woods because I wish to call upon the wisdom of wise old souls who came before, to give me strength & insight into how I too can live as deliberately as possible in this world. How I can continue stretching outside my comfort zones. How I can write or express my story, my stories. How I can Own My Story & my life. How all of the puzzle pieces in my dreams fit together. How I can interlace my experience into something Heart projected fully, with armor off. I want to hear & see their whispers. I want to see & feel & follow wherever these strands lead. I want to be mystified by life, stray into lands of unknown, and remain in glorious wonder... always....

These woods I've found are:

• A place of quiet & calm solitude amidst this loud & buzzing world.
• A place where turtles rustle across the leaves, slowly, slowly, slowly.
• A place where I tip toe across the land above what I believe to be snake holes.
• A place where even though I may be startled by such things, I feel utterly safe & protected.
• A place where iii can just be & take my own picture.
• A place where I'm reminded to live from a simple deliberate place of my own liking.
• A place that whispers in my ear in a language all it's own.
• A shhhhhh, hush, are you listening deeply too your soul kind of place.
• Red birds blasting, bald eagles soaring, hawks on fences.

"I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom."
— Clarissa Pinkola Estés

Happy Mothers Day!!!!!

XO,

Carissa