Home is Calling

Where is home? Who is calling.

Right foot left foot, right foot, then left. My mind racing from one belief to the next. I look down and watch the careful placement of my vivo barefoot shoes as the tar road turns into a gravel road. I walk over small stones, analysing which ones are less slippery, navigating the safest path of lease resistance. My attention draws to my breath as my breathing becomes a heavy pant and the critical judgment of my unfit self comes into play. I try to drop the critic as I peel one layer of clothing off. My body now getting progressively hotter as I make my way up deeper into the forest. I look around at the rich moistly forest bedded floor with a desire to lay down on the soft smooth brown earth. I admire the tall standing pine trees, as thought they are sleeping peacefully. I am present with the direction and strength of the wind. I listen to the sounds around me as though on a look out for a calling voice. I notice the birds calling to find there partner in the misty morning air. As I climb up the mountain, step, by step by step, now raising up my heals as the elevation increases. My heart rate increases and I think of nothing more than the goal of getting to the top of the plateau. I remember for a moment how I lack being determined to succeed with my day to day work tasks, but yet I have full determination to make the commitment to conquered this tall rising stone face to face. The city has disappeared behind me and I am engulfed by the rugged rocky mountains. My energy begins to anchor to the souls of my feet and I believe I have arrived home.

The separation belief between my self and all that is, starts to dissolve. I am the earth, and the mist, and the water that flows. I am the leaves on the branches and the air and the dust. Mother nature has called me home to myself.

Mother nature's subtle tug and pull has usher me into to the forest to opened my heart to the disconnect of my instinctual wise and vital wild women, doubt free, confident, guilt-free, passionate, wild earthling nature. I let go of selfish ego identity, to claim nothing, free, eternal.

I lay in refuge of gratitude.