“Don’t Panic.”

For me, panic is when I can’t get outdoors for long periods of time.  I’ve gone back to school after…let’s just say a prolonged absence from school and the majority of my classes are online.  So, my life consists of work (on a computer connected to the internet), and school (on a computer, connected to the internet).  I do travel for work quite a lot, but the majority of my life seems to consist of a computer connected to the internet.  So, when I need a break, when I need to get away, I crave the outdoors.  Somewhere I can unplug, unwind, and just slow down, with the stars shining down on me as I swing quite contentedly, cocooned in my hammock and sleeping bag.

Some of my favorite poets speak of the outdoors so lovingly

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

The Path Through the Woods – an original poem

It’s the solitude I long for
I long to feel the wind against my cheeks
I long to hear the small voices that whisper through the leaves
I long to feel the dirt beneath my feet

It’s the solitude I long for
the twilight full of the songs of the creatures of the night
the chatter amongst the pups answering their mothers’ calls
the small voices in the night hailing each other

It’s the solitude I long for
at daylights inception the morning birds I long to hear
the dew glistening on the grass
the awakening with a song

It’s the solitude I long for
a place where thoughts unfettered
are allowed to follow their own paths

It’s the solitude I long for, that solitary path through the woods

The Way – an original Haiku

The Way is calling

Whispers in the night

urging my thirsty feet forth





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