. Today was long shadows in the woods, trees grown thin + tall over arching hills from a sun that was just beginning to stretch it's rays.
. We talked about the parts of our bodies that burn in the climb, how our lungs are weak, and we shed layers as we made our way to the top only to put everything back on when we prepared for descent.
. I mentioned the snake that I once found in these woods, stretching my arms wide apart to indicate the size, giggling to myself at how this time I wasn't even exaggerating.
. We ran our hands over rocks and climbed onto geological things and went high and agreed that now this was an actual adventure.
. I thought about how different it is to be on the trail with another person vs being on the trail alone. Together, it feels safe. Conversation rolls through the deep and the ridiculous. Beauty is shared and we each leave a blueprint of how we identify within these wild places. Alone, the atmosphere can change to one of reverence, heightened awareness + intuition, and a deeper sense of vulnerability.
. Blueberries + trail mix + flourless brownies + water.
. Presence was experienced in watching two love birds dance around branches, calling out to each other, playing peek-a-boo among the shadows and lines of light.
. Plans were made to lead our own wildflower identification hike (I know a gal). You can't properly know a forest until you can call a fern by it's name.