This world is loud, chaotic and moving at a rapid pace. There are only a few ways I've figured out how to quiet the noise, the incessant internal and external chatter and slow the dial on the clock.
The answer is Nature. Mother Earth is my muse. When I lose connection with myself I need only to turn to her. Her soft breath inspires life to rise and assures me of the Creators presence.
When I find myself agitated or restless, the culprit may very well be a lack of moments spent sacredly in higher elevation. That's where I found myself this weekend. I needed fresh oxygen....mountain views and open space... trees instead of buildings... no reception... no schedule..... just a trail.
I needed to marvel.
I was yearning for nature to embrace me and remind me to be thankful for her costless and bountiful gifts. I wanted her to point out the role I play in this world and how microscopic my worries are. I wished for nature to expand my mind just as broad as her magic extended in front of me. I needed to be rooted in her presence, not worrying where I needed to be next.
I got all this and more.... just by stepping outdoors.