I am out of practice.
It has been years since I
have hiked where there is a brook, a river, rocks, the trees, and the breeze.
My balance is off.
I twist my body up needlessly when I am trying to ascend
uneven terrain because I do not trust myself to stay upright.
All the words that
are out there about being in nature to restore yourself are true. At least for
me.
I used to go alone. I stopped.
Now I go with someone who knows how to
traverse the trails, and brings my attention to things I might miss.
We actually do that for each other: the missing part. The seeing part. The
appreciation part.
I am not making this up.
I am taking pictures again like I used to. Creating a mental compendium of forms and references.
That is true now.
And it will be true tomorrow.
copyright 2026 Lyn Horton
