Off The Beaten Path

I was thinking today (yes, I know, hard to believe!) that I no longer feel like I'm walking or running down a path searching for something. In fact, I almost feel like I've stopped along the side of a path and spread out my nice, soft, fluffy green blanket and sat down to have a picnic. I can see the mountains in the distance. There is a lake nearby. And of course lots and lots of different flowers. It is warm and sunny with a nice crisp breeze. I've brought along a kite, yoga mat, strawberries, hummus and cheese, crackers, a few books, of course one or two journals, a fishing pole, some wine and lots of water. I even packed a small tent and sleeping bag just in case this picnic lasts a day or two longer than planned.

I feel I am free to roam about and explore as I wish knowing that I can always return to my things which lay so neatly on my green blanket. I find comfort in my little things. They almost give me a sense of belonging or identity. I find comfort in my soft, fluffy blanket. It helps me relax and feel safe.

It feels good to be on this picnic with no direction or goal. Just sitting, being, relaxing, getting to know myself and my environment. Centered and balanced. At peace.