This sucks already. After uploading a photo and adding and saving much of the dashboard, I discovered that it didn't save at all... another wasted segment of precious time. Another day, another effort...
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January 3, 2010
Santa Cruz, New Mexico
A Walk in the Woods
Physically and mentally, a walk in the woods has always been my most effective way to lift depression, to beat down anxiety, and to get re-
centered by literally touching nature. Reconnecting to the Earth was equal to rediscovering myself on all levels.
All five senses, and usually the sixth, came into play as I walked the ancient deer trails and climbed over fallen tree trunks hanging with Spanish moss. I would place my hands on an evergreen next to my path, feeling the roughness of it's bark, or let my fingers caress the smoothness of Ponderosa Pine needles or the softness of cedar fronds, soothed by their scent. This was North Idaho. This was my home.
I could feel my heart beating in my chest, the blood flowing to my muscles, savor the clear pungent air as I drew it into my lungs. Always I sucked on a bitter cedar twig or chewed on a sweet blade of Timothy grass, letting the juices trickle down the back of my throat. It was part of the ritual. Pine needles and fallen twigs crunched softly beneath my feet. The raucous scolding of a chipmunk's voice assaulted my ears from close at hand.
My feet knew every path by heart. When I reached a clearing....