The last few days I have been hit with a spring cold. Not feeling well, I put my training for trail running on hold and returned to simply walking through the forest. And this week, something was calling me to Mactaggart Sanctuary. A place of healing and a source of joy, it is where I did my first “official” Medicine Walk and where I’ve received powerful messages.
I’ve spent countless hours there wandering through the forest, sitting in meditation and watching the sunrise. I’ve guided women with cancer on meditative hikes, danced in the middle of the forest with the moon in the morning, ran freely on the trails, shed tears and kissed expectations goodbye.
As I walked the memories of these experiences flooded in. With each step on the windy, rooty trail I felt lighter and lighter and the symptoms of my "head cold" subsided. I approached a favourite meditation spot overlooking the creek and came across a young women sitting on the slope.
“A beautiful spot to meditate.” I stated.
“Yes it is.” she responded.
We both looked down at the water.
“Do you meditate here often?”
“Yes. I like the quietness. And I love the creek.” she said with a glint of passion in her eyes.
Like water flowing freely in springtime an inspired conversation ensued. We talked about meditation, nature, walking aimlessly for hours in the forest, Shamanism and yoga. She shared with me that she had been thinking about moving to Alaska and recently had a dream about Alaska. And that she had been making connections and had just met someone from there. However, she was hesitant about following these “signs.”
“Why does the mind always get in the way.” She sighed.
I laughed, knowing this all too well.
"You are connected and you will know exactly what you need to do.” I nodded assuringly.
I reached into my pocket to hand her a you inspired me card, but realizing I didn’t have any with me, instead I shared with her how she had inspired me and pulled out the birch bark I collected on my walk.
“I picked this from a dead birch tree. I’m planning to use it for art.” I said showing her my bundle of peeled bark.
“I do art with birch bark too. I put them in frames.” She smiled.
“Have you ever written on it?” I asked.
“Yes I have.”
“I just bought my first fountain pen and I plan to put some poetry and prose on some birch.” I shared excitedly.
“I’ve done that too, if you can call it poetry.”
We smiled at each other, our spirits in sync. Staring down at the trees, the water, the earth, I felt the beauty of this moment.
She looked at the creek whimsically.
“It’s like I am married to the creek.” She says.
An overwhelming joy spreads throughout. I know this feeling well. The feeling of wedded bliss, of connection, of oneness you can only get when in nature. And when meeting a kindred spirit.
Thank you “D” for the talk and for sharing your vision. I am grateful our paths crossed. You are an inspiring soul.