Now it seems like a challenge to step away from life, cleaning, chores, responsibilities and step into the quiet of the woods. I would like to intentionally walk on more dirt paths, duck branches and wade through puddles.
We went to Dunbar Falls last Monday. Tim's family had an idea and we all seized the idea of stepping away from life and into the woods for a bit. A chance to breathe deeply.
The mama carried a 26 lb girl in the carrier I am so thankful we bought, my back wasn't sore in the least.
We made it, the falls were beautiful. Honestly I was a little concerned about Ava swimming away and getting swept in the current with her new found love of swimming, so this section of the journey was a tiny bit stressful! (Holding closely to the girls was of top priority.)
Catharsis - Greek for cleansing or purging.
Sometimes the city (albeit a small one) gets into my veins, pushing me to go faster, one more activity, one thing to the next.
Sometimes a little restoration is needed, a little breath. When did I start to rush around so much? Where can the rest begin?
In the woods. Maybe in the woods.