Siouxon Creek Drala Hike reflections



Four people took part in the hike on Saturday September 14 (Candace, Rick M, Kimberly J, Marjorie). Candace read a poem by David Wagoner (1999)  to start:


Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.

Reflections from the hike:

image004-running into spider webs on the path and feeling them flutter on my cheeks

-squishy soft pine needles cushion my feet and boots

-the massive hulking presence of a dead old growth tree along the trail makes me feel miniscule

-feeling wobbly perched on a rock by a waterfall

-insistent birds chirping all around me

-sink into hot car, feeling tired

-splashes of sun, blinding light on windshield, cannot see road ahead for a time, keep driving anyway, trusting



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