Male Walk

During my meditations of this week I discovered that I did some of my walks very much from my female perspective. Today I decided to try to do a male walk. It was already late and I went straight up to the contour path. Taking the shortest possible way I was walking fast and hard. Trying not to get distracted by the forest. Focused on getting to the top. 

The mountain was hidden in the morning mist. But I could still get my bearings. 

Walking focused on the path with the view ahead.

I am scanning the forest for movements.  Maybe there is something to catch or something out to catch me.

I was hungry and I started imagining that I had to get to the top quick to still have an opportunity to catch a klip springer coming to drink water by the little stream early in the morning.  It was too late for that today but maybe I could get the fat dassie my female saw last week a bit further on.

On the way down I had a rest at my old friend the ironwood tree. All sweaty my heart was pounding. I felt his energy pulsating in his trunk with my hand and in the ground through my feet. I am alive and home.