Have you ever taken a question out into nature? Walked with it in the woods, wandered with it up a mountain, or hauled it down to the shore? I do this quite often, once at the turn of each season for sure. I’d really recommend giving it a go, the answers are always wise, often surprising.
Here’s what happened on my most recent Wander with a Question…
It was not the prettiest tree.
There were brighter, sassier ways to walk.
I prefer gnarly deciduous trees to the more straight-laced ever greens.
I prefer the route I know.
But there was something to the low-slung, gloomy clearing tucked away to the right. It gave off a deep, vibrating thud, a sound, perhaps, like a baby hears buried deep in her mother’s womb. A few steps through bracken and brambles and a dip beneath a snapped branch and I was there - hardly the biggest of asks, the largest of detours.
Here we are
I said aloud as I entered the clearing. And then the world fell away.
Cars,
birds,
deer,
drones,
all sound was silenced. It was as if a cloth pouch had been gathered up around me, along with the not-so-pretty tree and the rest of the circle it was part of, a velvet pouch enveloping this small patch of forest floor.
I had come to the woods with a question.
I had come to wander
The plan was to follow my nose.
I’d come to be seduced, tempted.
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