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2023-06-22

Where Ya Be?

I lay in bed, this morning, just listening. The meditation is to do just what I am doing; Focused; Mindful; Aware; Distract the thoughts; Doing just being.

The wind is heard in the distance. Invisible clumps of it are heard out there, in some direction outside of the tent. Then, when they come toward us, the tree’s branches above seem to move like a whip. But there’s not so much ruckus down here, below it all.

I roll to my side, one elbow supports against impending collapse.  This morning, there’s a new world out there past the bug net screen. Parts of the mind are still climbing out of the nightly haze, as the body, now on all fours rolls somehow into a squat.

A zip and then a place for the head to fall through, I climb out of the protective tent.

Bright sun, fresh pine scented air, my naked body gets acquainted with the elements of the morning.

There’s wind. We get a break here from the numerous trees between us and the vast grassy field, which is surrounded with more distant dark forests. The gusts travel above us.

It’s a June wind. The weather service said gust as high as 45mph SE and SW, last night.

A giant whipping arc circles around from the north. It manages to penetrate the wind block. Very chilly air creates a shiver up and down a naked body. I’ll have to accept that it will likely happen again this morning, as just an occasional anomaly.

I say a little prayer for direction. I listen, aware and sit down to put some time into this.

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Heading Home

2023-06-21

Have you ever gotten to that point where you can feel that you need a reset? When every day you feel just a bit off, there is pressure, a long “to do” list and the ‘ol inner peace isn’t there?

I felt that I had lost track of the essence of my center. DF would say, “Not grounded.” Sometimes, that shut off button needs to be pushed. The clutter replaced with a pause, a stop.

We spent the first couple of weeks in June getting ready for the Western Naturist Gathering and the coming glamp-out. It is to be a sojourn, a retreat. The June heat is coming and we won’t come back until the monsoon rains cool that off. It will be like Spring after a long Winter, a fifth season.

I like that word “re-treat.” Our destination is a spot that I had chosen before, but that attempted treat came crashing down as covid laid me flat in this wilderness, alone, but for the howl of the Mexican grey wolves.

It is a beautiful spot in the National Forest, a designated wilderness where cattle are forbidden, and all is left to its own nature. There will be nobody else for miles and many long deserted roads to wander through the forest. We will happen upon the many gems yet to be discovered. There will be no dress code, only the immersion into nature.

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