I run from the industrious noiseinto the woods to recharge rethink
what it means, not to live, but to be alive.Sometimes I am awake,
wandering in the mountains above Sámara amid capuchins. I sit abovethe ocean, nearer the equator, where Nature soothes incessant thoughts. Sometimes I am alive,
awake in Montana, home amid the grizzly, the elk, the moose, and wolf. Iclimb nearer to them, and the energizing force that keeps me alive.
Sometimes I breathe.
When I am perched on a ledge at 12,000 feet or squatting beneath a canopy of life inside the rainforest,I inhale to fill the hollow of my lungs with a burning life force. Sometimes when I cannot escape, I sit quietly behind my eyes lids encapsulating a vision. Suddenly, I am there. A breeze off the mountain caresses my face. A mist inside the jungle saturates my skin. Solace in Nature. Sometimes when I am alone, I am never alone.