Walk With Me

Come…walk with me.

Don’t hold my hand.

Don’t say a word.

Just be.

Listen – to the silence of the forest. To the soft crunch of pine needles. To the birds as they sing to us their autumn song. To the squirrels as they chatter busily amongst themselves….gathering…stocking their winter stores. To the bubble of the brook. To the trees and the restless rustle of their leaves. They whisper.

See – the colors as they fade and change and transform from deep green to another. The trees' roots as they sprawl like spidery webs of tangled veins. The shadows and how they dance themselves around the light. The golden leaves as they fall..drifting softly..sometimes swirling and spiraling….landing silently on the forest floor. The water’s reflections..twinkling.  The tiniest of  mushrooms as they pop their short-lived heads.

Feel – the cool air..the warm sun..the unevenness of the ground on which we walk. Step lightly.

Taste – the apples ripe and ready. The acorns and chestnuts roasting. The nutmeg and ginger and cinnamon and spice.

Smell – the dampness of the cool earth. The autumn leaves as they burning somewhere in the far off distance. The sweet scent of this season. Just as it is. Today.

There are days - when the thoughts..the ideas.. the words – come easily. They flow. Almost and as if..they were coming thru me. Effortless. Like the sweet sound of soft music.

And then – there are those  others. When I find myself stuck..and uninspired. When words elude me..and creative thoughts have all but disappeared. When my own voice can’t drown out those of the merciless internal judges and critics. When I just can’t.

It is on those days – that I find myself needing to turn it all off..to walk away…to disappear between the trunks of tall trees. To feel my small-ness among them..to be reminded of how broad and vast the universe truly is. To be renewed..restored..replenished.

It is there – where it is me who is asking the questions..and not them – that I can hush those innermost voices. Those howling demons. Those ones that criticize and doubt and ask more questions than for which I have answers. It is there that I find the space for the words..for the thoughts..for the creative imaginings.

Walking along a path..on a life’s journey..without any destination. Just walking. Nowhere to go..nowhere to be. Just here and now and completely present.

Come…walk with me.

Don’t hold my hand.

Don’t say a word.

Just be.