Walking in silence

“Only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter.” (John Muir) I feel the same. Going in the wild means deflating the ego. Accepting ourselves as a tiny part of something large and amazing.…

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Blend in

The path is narrowing down. It’s getting late. I lie down among the flowers and the shadows. Waiting for the dark to set in. Just before sunset, there is this brief moment of clarity and intensity. The colors become more vivid, the sounds of the forest grow louder. Everything is alive, fresh, and crisp. The…

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Crossing lines and dead leaves

A morning walk in the forest. The fresh snow fallen during the night simplifies and clarifies what would otherwise be a busy, grey landscape. I stopped in this small clearing. Everything is silent. The rusty leaves of last summer are still hanging on, like a nostalgic tune. The background retains some of the mist and…

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Under the cloud

After so much rain, the forest is a giant sponge. My footsteps quickly fill up with water behind me. Millions of raindrops are suspended on the smallest, finest tree branches. The air is electric and thick with humidity. All the colors are saturated. It hasn’t stopped raining since forever. The sky is one giant cloud.…

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Sunrise

I’ve been walking across the fields waiting for the first light. Everything is covered in dew. There’s a strange stillness in the air, as if all creation is bracing for sunrise. Right here and now, everything seems possible. Everything seems to be still ahead, as if the world has been just created and none of…

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