I’m writing you today, sitting next to a beautiful creek bed. Real camping! No showers, no water, there is an outhouse, but I pee in the creek. Yes, this girl truly loves the outdoors. My desire was to have some commune with nature, some adventure, some solitude. Starting out in the SoCal coastal madness left me wanting and irritated. I actually love being in nature, with no cars wizzing by, people shopping, and busy energy everywhere. It can be fun, but not in a needed time of refuge and retreat. We headed for the hills through Fort Hunter-Ligget army base.
Hitting degrees of 100 I began to wonder why we left the comfort of family, routine, and a home base. But watching all the army tents and men in uniform inspired my curiosity about people’s lives, so different than my small world and got me out of myself. We found our spot for the next few days.
Prayer, meditation, naps, reading, writing and sitting in the stream are the only agenda. Both of us are stressed and wondering what we got ourselves into, mixed with the excitement of acceptance and the great unknown. So sitting here now as I write to you, I’m in my swimsuit bottoms, flip flops, looking at a wooded hill, sunlight streaking though and I’m headed for a dip in the fresh mountain water to chill out...