traveling souls

Some of us have something deeper than a common thread with each other.
We are inner connected on a different plane,
 We were ment to cross pathes some where along the line .

We meet people for the first time, feeling like we have always known them .
Others , there is a connection ,but not strong  enough to put the time and energy in to.
Some encounters just feel like finished business.

Then there are those  you feel an electrical surgence with , which is unavoidable.
You can read their thoughts,sometimes predict their next move.
They answer questions you've never had to ask. . .The connection runs deeper .

There is a comfort in just being who you are,
 knowing that is good enough, in fact it is perfect..
These are the  people that make us shine .

When you encounter these souls
What a blessing . It is a thing of spirit.

Traveling souls that finally find each other along this path, for a time, what ever time is needed ,wanted, until its time to travel again. . . .

Either together or alone , which ever , I have fear of neither .
But welcome all .

Running

Since I've returned from my thru - hike of the SHT, I've been hiking and running in the woods, on the trails, in my back yard which goes on, and on, and on . . . .

These are some of my latest thoughts.


Running by M'Larky

Running;
faster and faster.

The taste of freedom
on the tip of my tongue.

Where cool wind meets sweat,
like lost lovers' kisses upon my skin.

It's hard to say;

where you leave off . . .

And I begin.

(E)merging by M'Larky

The primordial language,

ancient and universal,

is Nature.

It is written in stone,

upon the land

Within a spider's web

 in each grain of sand.

It is in the wind,
In the birds song

The configuration of twigs.

It is in the stars, in the sun;

It is everywhere; it is everyone.

The  melding of the universe

as one.

Reflections on my Recent SHT Hike

What started out to be important (the miles), very quickly became ‘in the moment’.  And more about taking the time to stop:  to see, to taste, to breathe in and merge with.  It was about letting everything unfold each day.  According to nature’s plan.  And my intuition.

This journey was not at all about the hike.  But rather the exploration of myself.  With complete freedom.  I didn’t want for any thing or any one.  (Except for maybe a lighter pack.)  I was filled with such a sense of peace.  Even in the moments of what seemed dangerous, I knew all would be fine.  Even if I died.   

It reminded me of how, after both my mother's & aunt’s deaths (I took care of them for several years, and we all lived together), they came to me in a dream and said, “Don’t worry about anything.  Everything is fine and beautiful.  If you could only see.”

I so connected with this on this journey.

I have always been a free spirit.  I have traveled all over:  hiked, hitch-hiked.  In the U.S., in different places in the world, but, even so, I have never tasted as much freedom as this.  Until you’ve had it, and then not , you could not know true appreciation.

I realize that I am the master of my own freedom:  we all are.  It is a state of mind.  We create our own feelings by focusing in on what is pleasant and what is not:  that is our choice.  I fall in love – not with the person who necessarily stands before me – but I have chosen to focus my attention on that person – and  then'' I '' create the feeling inside me , love.  I could focus that same attention on my dog:  unconditional (I do).  A flower, a man, (I’ll pick the dog every time).  This realization is something I won’t forget. We have so much power over everything ,depending on how we chose to see it. 

Often, on this journey, there are no words to describe where I am or who I am at any particular moment.  Among velvet red mushrooms, verdant moss, and cool waters surrounding me from streams to rivers to ponds, I am home.  Those are the only words I know.
I LOVE THIS LIFE !

 It's Weird to be Home by M'Larky

It’s weird to be home.

I can’t imagine how

claustrophobic it would be,

Had I been gone longer.

I’d be a Neanderthal.

It’s a definite adjustment;

being indoors.

I really could camp for (part of)

the rest of my life.

Without the 38 pound backpack,

thank you very much.