Freakchylde's

I’ve found something interesting, I put myself into an altered state when I go for my walks in Piedmont. It’s so cool. I’ve decided that after my walks, I’m going to sit down, meditate, then write, before I leave the park. Today was interesting. I had to go a different route because there’s some event that’ll be happening this evening, but I noticed a small path where there were steps heading up for about 5 feet, then a dirt trail. It was one of those passing glimpses, nothing major important. Next time, I’m going to walk by and contemplate a bit. The concept of a short flight of stairs, up into the brush, then into the wilderness (not how it really looks, but the concept will work better for me). Morrigan was out today, her breath blowing across the park in full force. In my post-walk meditation, I called to her and welcomed her. The wind blew harder, with a voice saying, “thanks”. The trees were thrilled that she was present, branches shaking, shedding the dead leaves and changing the colours of the still-living ones. They welcome the rest from this past sun-year. They’ve received too much for them to use right now, so they are looking for the rest to absorb all that has been given. Making slow use of it for the next year, which brings everything, or nothing. We had lots of water this year. That’s good for the land, but we got too much, the winter will be very needed to prepare for next year. I feel more energy. I’m happy.