Healing Begins Outside

If you want to help me heal, put me on a trail.

Healing on the Trail

Healing on the Trail

It’s where I think best.  It used to be that writing was the best outlet for my worries, but so many things have caused me to hold back my words.  Then, I did the worst thing I could do.  After I broke my back I stopped trusting myself on the trail or doing much of any physical activity.  I stopped doing the healing things my body and soul craved.

In the past week I have walked 7 miles.  Unfortunately, there’s still a lot of snow on the ground here in Pennsylvania, so trails are off limits (next year, SNOWSHOES!)…for now.  And I have energy.  I can think through all the muddled crap and allow myself to get down to the good stuff that I’m left with after those internal arguments.

To anyone who is grieving – get back to nature.  There is something about the wind that whips through trees that distracts your mind just enough from feeling that unbearable pain.  The discoveries of wild fauna and animals natural in their play is soul warming.  The push and burn of moving your feet across unsettled shale is a reminder that you’re still alive.

Whenever I struggle with wondering where God is, what is wrong with the world, and what is wrong with me, I know I need to get back to the land.  I need to get intimate with creation.

Healing begins outside.

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