A walk in the woods

November 1, 2013 LifeThoughts  No comments

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
Henry David Thoreau

 This is one of those random-thoughts posts. Just a heads up.

There are a lot of times when I feel like I’m suffocating, like I need to get out of here RIGHT THIS SECOND. When this feeling comes sneaking up – maybe due to the fact that I have too much to do, I’m too tired to do it all, I’m feeling uninspired, or I just watched three straight hours of country music videos – I need to get “away”. Sometimes that means booking a hotel somewhere, hoping in the car, and going. Other times life isn’t so flexible, so I go to a nearby park and lose myself in the woods. I am lucky enough to live in Michigan, one of the most beautiful states in America. (Minus the whole Detroit situation we have going on. But if you look closely enough, you will find there’s a unique sort of beauty there as well.)


When I’m out there, with the leaves and trees and fresh air – my stress melts away. My fears, my worries, my anxieties, my to-do list, my shortcomings can’t touch me out there. Doubts don’t exist out there. Criticisms don’t exist out there. Out there, in nature, I’m free – from constraints, from time, from myself.

I usually find that after an hour or so walking the trails, I feel rejuvenated, revived, and strong enough to go back to the demands of reality.


Snowy overlooking the creek

Snowy overlooking the creek


There are a lot of things I love about the woods. I love the beauty, the fresh air, the trees, the wildlife, the quiet (especially so), the energy, the richness of the earth, the connection to the essence of  life, the realness of it. The woods remind me of going camping growing up, playing flashlight tag and capture the flag. It reminds me of adventure, burning muscles, the innocence of childhood, the bonds of family, the fullness of laughter, and fully, completely, immersing yourself in the very moment you are in. When I am there, I reminded to strip away all the unimportant things filling my time and remember the small, beautiful, simple, wondrous things that matter most. 

One of the other things I love about being in the woods is it’s timelessness. You could be anyone in any time period when you’re there. I could easily fit this spot in any book, in any genre I wanted to write. That spot could be the setting of a rogue assassin hunting his prey, the spot where two young teenagers fall in love, the spot where a grisly murder takes place, the spot where a revolution is plotted and government’s overthrown. I could go on but I think you get the picture.

For some that special place is in the heart of a big city, an open field, the ocean, the mountains, or maybe even a football field. But for me, that place – where I go to come back down to earth, to find myself again, to throw off all burdens, and rest my soul – will always be into the woods.


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Until next time, farewell, & may your life never cease to be filled with wonder and curiosity.




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