


Quiet is a Bandaid
I had thoughts about how this would go. Pictures in my head of my early morning hike all by myself. Communing with the rainforest. Listening, actually listening, because that’s what I was here for. Taking my time and stepping outside myself. In short, trying very hard to produce a meaningful experience in a certain place at a certain time and in a certain way.

Inevitable
I fell apart and piece myself back together in a fern-carpeted, moss-draped, tree-shaded forest threaded by a stream.