Saturday 26 March 2011

the joy of stepping

moss, stones, mud, ruts, water, branches in the way; not so much walking here - rather stepping
so carefully
at a pace to accommodate the path's intrinsic nature
the view becomes close, the volatile nature of earth and plants become obvious; the nose delights in spring
friends lead the way
they are part of the stepping, part of the land here
the volatile nature of enthusiasm becomes contagious
in the wildness we slow down; we accommodate ourselves

we slow down
begin to see, begin to smell, begin to feel
landscape
differently

begin to see, begin to smell, begin to feel
ourselves
differently

an arm
holding branches


a leg
stepping over trunks 

feet 
jumping puddles and brooks

words heard
words lost in the trail

the comfort of being with friends
with guides

details
wonder
delight

the enjoyment of 
a shared nature
to be carried home


and beyond