A Head for Hiking
Head for a hike, Tami Wynn September 15th 2022 When life gets hard and starts to spin, I head for the woods where the water flows. The smell reminds me of my childhood when we ran the creeks. The sunlight that comes through the leaves reminds me that there is always light that shows up in the cracks of everything dark. The trees hold me like a baby, and I can cry freely. And the water might as well jump right into my soul and sweep it over. Slow appreciative trek in, and fast heart pumping climb out. I hike alone, always have, I feel God there waiting for me, everytime. I'm writing this partly because I'm terrified, partly because I keep most things inside, and maybe I need to let a little out. But, largely I'm writing to inspire, comfort, and connect, in a world that can be so disconnected, shallow and brutally chaotic. About a year ago, after a few minor medical issues, and tests were run, the doctors found a brain aneurysm. It was explained to me that I could go year