Here I Come

I am a matter of days away. For months I have sat still, waiting. Sometimes, living in a culture so trip-wired with technological input, it is hard to be in touch with the internal, secret parts of oneself. I always find that in cities my messages, symbols, and omens are clouded and veiled with as many bells and whistles as a casino floor in Vegas. I love to go rural. I like there to be more trees, plants, and animals than people. I'm ready for it. I look forward to these respite days all year long. The earth is my friend. She whisks away the things that concern me no longer. Then, she replaces them with tender inclinations of my own connectedness to all things that make up this cosmic wonder called Life.
For some people, nature is not medicine. It is primitive; too vast; too organic; too rich with organisms. For me, losing myself in flowers and seashells is the cure.
So... I'll see you on the other side. I will be better.