Disconnected

I had a good very slow walk. Somehow I felt lonely and disconnected. The forest was all damp from yesterday’s rain. Full of tears like myself. I sat down at the stream and listened to the song of the water.

I felt like the autumn leaf. It lays fallen, waiting to return to the source and to turn into nourishment.

The sun came out and made me warm. On my way down I met my friend the ironwood tree and asked for reconnection and guidance.

A few meters further a dog ran up passed me, panting heavily. It was lost and running the path up and down, with panicky eyes looking for its master. I knelt down, tried to catch it to bring it to the SPCA. It did not trust me enough. Memories from survival training I once did come to my mind. The golden rule is “Don’t panic” rather sit down, calm down and assess the situation. Look around and discover the options given to you.

I said thank you to the tree for the message, sat down and listened to the forest.

After a while a woman passed me with an exhausted but happy dog. 

Reconnected.