They're are few places i can truly relax. And stop thinking.
About the future what may happen tomorrow what if what would i do.
All to often i run scenarios of burglars and kidnappers in my head, and be prepared. So i can strategize. But when i step into a forest or creek. All those scenarios are plucked from my mind. I see the beauty of gods creations. I hear the chirping birds, when i hear a stick snap i think bunny not murderer.
i smell flowers and rain, and melt into thought and deep prayer to jesus. I feel safe. I wouldn't mind being a hermit. I go to the creek by my house all the time. It has a creek and i catch crawfish. I dip my toes in the frigid water and breathe through the cold. I find medicinal herbs and tear them apart to examine how they work. Theres a special spot i like to sit, its a tree fallen across the creek. a watch the water flow and it washes away my every woe. That wasnt supposed to rhyme it just happened.
its my place.
It pretty there.