The silence of night in the middle of no where where only your heart speaks this loudly.
I guess there’s a reason why rehab centers and christian retreats and couple retreats are out in the middle of no where. Being out in the middle of nowhere really helps me to reflect on myself and life. I know the worse times in my life I couldn’t find my voice or hear the words of my heart. You need to hear your thoughts and your heart to stay strong in this world. In my every day life it’s too easy to hide problems and their solutions with the distractions of modern comfort. And clearing out all those distractions I can actually hear my heart think. yay. I’m not going through any crazy (or cray cray as Chantel might say) drama nowadays. Everything seems much more manageable since I’ve found my ways to stay true to myself, but still, being in the middle of nowhere brings seems to keep me grounded and points me back to who I am at the heart of this whole madness of the world.
I feel wackadoodle from time to time. (Sometimes people make me feel wackadoodle. yikes.) But something is so wonderful to me about sitting outside at dusk and just watching. listening. resting. It’s perfect. I want to go back to the dessert and lay out under the stars and continue just listening. I love it.
“All I have seen teaches me to trust the creator for all I have not seen.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson