Yesterday, Patience and I decided to take a last minute day trip down to Yellow Springs to do some hiking at John Bryan State Park. The car ride down was just as fun as the rest of the day... we jammed out to a variety of things... including Phantom of the Opera which Patience put me to shame at.
We packed a picnic, a camera, some sun screen, and some reading material and set off on a five hour hike into the woods. No one was around which made it feel like a real adventure. We admired the sights, jumped in the water, climbed some rocks, and talked to mother nature (and naturally) she talked back.
We found a spot at the top of the gorge, over looking the water, with a blue heron wading below us catching herself some fish that seemed very fitting for some slam poetry. We pulled out our "Daughters of Wisdom" book ( a gift from Ben) and our Thich Nhat Hahn, climbed up the wooden overlook and read to the blue heron, each other, and all of nature.
It was hugely liberating and incredibly empowering and I think I even saw the blue heron throw up her freedom fist.
Our picnic ended up getting smushed, but we enjoyed the PB & J sandwiches anyways... along with five hours of conversation. If you are looking for an escape and a day of peace... take to the woods!
We came home and slept and eventually ended up in the flooding streets of Franklinton, without power, in the pouring rain. It was liberating to be out there and feeling the rain come down that hard. It was cleansing. Then we finally made one of our dreams come true... we grabbed a bottle of shampoo from the house, and washed our hair in the rain. That, my friends, is true.
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